bighoss2's Blog - page 9

An Alliterate attempt to launch lush lacivious fantasy filled flight. No dreamy dawdling daliance, but a tantalizingly torrid temptation. A desire deliciously dipping in to a warm wet wanton world. A tasty treat tucked away, waiting, wanting, aching, anticipating, sweet, succulent, explosive, euphoric, release.

Sometimes I missing having longer hair. There is something about having my hair caught in two hands with another's eyes locked on mine and "fuck me" escaping from lips in an almost primal growl, that I do miss on occassion..

In a 8hr span I have written a silly sappy love poem, a short tale of a twisted past, and a spritual piece(mom liked it). I have got to find a new outlet. Writting with a fever is sometimes too honest, and always weird...

Life laid out in straight lines over the back of a riddle. A man passes how man lines, before he no longer breathes and light fades? Chase as many ends to dreams as he will. The light fades but he breathes still. No matter the number of lines erased, no matter how much darkness surrounds, this one will breafhe. Eyes wide open xxxxxx fo see. The same vision played again and again. The lines can be erased, but this lonely empty darkness is why his life cannot end. He erases lines in the hope he dies, but only gathers the darkness, so the light can shine on another's eyes.

If I you could see my eyes, as gentle as a cherry blossom falls
Gazing upon your face, your eyes, your lips, your all
I could see beyond today, past the spring, and fall.

But these eyes could not speak, of how deeply I adore.
If I could touch, my hands meant for this, nothing more.
Could touch in a moment, and bring witness to evermore.

My heart lies here in this outstretched hand
Listen to its whispers, the confessions of a simple man.
Hear its words carried over loving touch and understand.

Like a touch that moves, soft, gentle, and as soothing as a warm coco when the air is cool and the world is right. This delicate, simple, subtle caress, one kiss for you this night.

In truth, I miss the days, with soft face in hand
In three words, soft spoken, you could understand
In love a, too long muted, heart speaks once more
Truth escaping lips, a feeling I adore
Words lifting veils, until none left to conceal
For a moment not wishes or dreams, but real.
In three words, a hearts guard falls, and you will see
In that heart's breath, no walls remain, only me
In three words heard, soul stirring, warm, pure, devine
I miss, saying I love you, when love was mine

If but a simple kiss
Soft
Light
Please just this kiss
Goodnight

To not be what I was born to be. No one to fill my space, and yet there is not me. How can ever fiber be undone. Chasing a purpose not yet begun. These hands, these words, these eyes are true. In any world, any time, any light they belong to you. Take them if you please. This is what I was meant to be.