My Lips

My lips are wet, tasting the honey of passion.

Moist and tender to touch, sensuous prowling for desire.

Enter the suggestions I have seen in your eyes.

Taste the demons of lust within my temptation

 

Invited to sin with bended knees, submit to hunger.

Hold on tightly to the wish of pure weakness

Take my love, my lust, and consume my essence

Submission with a total thirst for your body.

 

Trace my bosom to bottom, entwined in sensations

Have me on you, around you, and inside your arms this eve.

Kiss my lips; welcome my visions and lustful intentions

My lips are wet, tasting your sweet love given to me.

St. Glam Forever

St Glam forever and always 

A place for lovers, tightly held within

A vow forever to travel in time

A Soul Token given and kept

A power of grace, wound between hearts

A kiss that started it all and pronounced eternity

A feeling that will not be defined by words

Again

 I reached forward to take the hand, a saving hand of encouragement and strength. With all my doubts and pity for my every cell, I took it away, letting go again.

Again! 

I reached again to search for the handout, the gift that would bring me to a place of self-confidence. I pulled away again, doubting the results that would transpire if I followed through. 

Again!

I stood tall, and I let the hand come to me to lift me up and guide me forward. I made it.

Again, I am here with a hand up, not a hand out.

We Glow

 

We glow the same color at the same time.

We sparkle with challenges, easing the strife.

We embrace the impossible to take on the barriers

We dance around the careless placement of despair

We take our love with powerful reinforcement

We salt the path ahead with confidence

We climb higher than the mountain ahead 

We glow the same color at the same time.

My Pieces

The pieces on the ground lay in front of me

Please do not attempt to hand them to me

Let me gather them when I am ready

Don't give up on me just yet

I will try to sort the pieces in time

Do not sweep them up, hide them, or dispose of them

The mess is mine, I own the pieces before me

I have the strength to build from these very pieces

If time runs out, if the clock even stops, I will do this

Make better pieces from the pieces in front of me on the ground

In The Clearing

It opened a space within the vast darkness

It spread apart the confusion in the dream

It crawled between the barriers in the daylight

Here it has cleared the way.

It confirmed the intuition in the waves of thought

It embraced the powers in the confident moments

It allowed the peaceful presence of internal heaven

Here it has cleared the way

I fell into peace

 

My mind cleared and opened up

My senses rose to new heights

My understanding formed trueness

My breath swept away clouds

My touch embraced the newness

My spirit strengthened into vastness