Handprint II

Smudge on my body
Handprint left in ecstasy
Engraved by your touch

Flavor

I love this gum
the flavor is our kiss
and the sultry hum
of your perfect tune
just behind my ear
beneath a quiet moon
my heart's urgent warning
hot breath mixed with perfume
or steady, rising sighs
in a darkened room
I love this gum
a simple pleasure ---
like you

Waiting

Here I sit alone
waiting
becoming a stone
What will you say?
Soon I'll mesh with
all of the other pebbles
you've tread upon
while walking away

Concrete Thoughts

Drunk, lying on the concrete
looking up at the moon
lazy light shines deceit
outside an empty room
Red engine revving in the distance
brings butterflies I swore I'd lost
but the possibility of never
distracts my hopeful thoughts
So I sing softly to the hidden sun
and listen closely for a sign
but the sinking feeling has begun
and I know it's a matter of time
Until I gather my courage to ask
the questions that plague my sleep
I constantly fuck up the past
and my present is full of defeat
The future holds no relief
and I'm the one who will deny
every word you'll never speak
every moment you'll never try

Unbreathe

How do you add up the tears?
Combining every lake and ocean
in this endless universe
measures only one tenth of my fears
How do you unbreathe the air?
It's impossible to inhale the memories
without exhaling your touch, your stare
I hate it that you are everywhere

Aversion

Cynical smile under my breath
calculated coolness awaits my arrival
Laissez faire thoughts swirl inside of my head
But watery blue stares reveal my denial
Avert my direction, abort perfect timing
bite my lip until my blood runs grey
Sunglasses cover me like funeral tithings
quickened steps backward take me away
I can't see your face --you don't understand
why I've summoned your heart for you to recall
My soft midnight whisper, your husky demands
reminders that support you to take the fall
Once more when the feeling consumes your soul
To meet beyond the candlelit doors

Call Girl

I'm your red line beck-and-call girl
your secret little whore
I'll fuck you on dirty laundry
or against the shower door
I'll take you places you crave
where your mind and body desire
sucking every part of you
kissing every inch of you
all on top of the fire
We create when I'm on top
some crazy bitch fantasy
You can't conceal
the ecstasy you feel
when I pull you deeper into me
There's no time for future plans
just hot sex and something new
But being your bitch
cures the incurable itch
of wanting to be next to you
And though I'd give more to have you
twenty four hours a day
I'll obey your firm voice
as if I have a choice
and do whatever you say...
I'd rather be on call for your pleasure
your perfect slut at play
kneeling on demand
doing whatever you command
than to watch you walk away