Some days we’re distant, so far away.
Some days we’re near, feels like we could play.
Some days are hard, so very lonely,
Some days are easy, like your here with me.
Some days we’re just waiting to die,
Some days we’ve waited and take to flight.
Today is a day that I feel far away,
But I’m not worried cos tomorrow will come and we will play.
Long lean lines,
That more than please my eyes.
If I had a type?
You are it, I cannot deny.
You spark in me,
Feelings so primitive, so wild.
I’d have taken you in a former life,
I’d have claimed you as mine.
But those days are passed,
We’re civilised now, isn’t that true?
Or is there a spark of our past lives,
Left deep inside of you?
Are you happy for my eyes to devour you?
Does being prey wet your desires?
Are you happy to be coveted?
To be taken by me your Sire.
Look at me
Give me attention today
I miss you
I hate it
When you go away
I want you
I need you
But I’m going to be without
Of that there is no doubt
It’s time I told you the truth,
It’s time I laid my soul bare.
It’s time I advised what I think,
Would happen if you were not there.
I think I’d die slowly,
A malignant malaise would unfold.
I’d die of a broken heart,
My body’d weary, prematurely grow old.
So I beg you my Beauty,
I implore these words you read.
I beg you my Beauty,
Never ever be rid of me.
For us made true, the same.
Whatever we can imagine possible,
We’ll make happen whatever the pain.
You and I are determined,
We have faith in our collective resolve.
And we have the wherewithal,
To conquer any problem, we will solve!
Love, our love,
Fuels this ethic, this pact we’ve made.
Love, our true heartfelt love,
Will bring as together soon, again.
Wanting something so badly that it causes physical pain.
Needing that feeling, that chemical reaction, that drug, again and again.
Endorphins course, adrenal glands open up, oh so wide.
Feeding flames that engulf us from the furnace burning inside.
Melting all reason, changing the state of matter in form.
Moulding the mind and body into that into which lust was born.
Removing all obsticles that stand guard at your conscience’s gate.
Temptation has you, for you now my friend the time has passed, it’s far too late.