Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Power


Damn baby...
You can just fuck me like that?
Make the chills run from my neck to the small of my back?
I used to fight this kind of love, but now I just relax
Now I just react -
Like the way a body naturally moves to the pounding of drums (boom-clack, boom-boom-clack)
This is bedroom music and you got the remix on repeat
How many times in one night can I reach new limits before you put me to sleep?
One...two...three...four...
Damn baby I can't take anymore
My confession breaks your intensity and you knowingly smile...
You whisper "yes you can" and I know you're gonna be in it for a while
I brace myself for the continuous flow of familiar pleasures
Back against the bed, legs up above my head he's taking extreme measures
I've begun to give in and not squirm so much
Been since college that in an hour I'd learn so much
You grab my ass and pull me up so only my head is touching the sheets
You never stop the rythm of the stroke and I'm in disbelief...
My eyes roll back as you reach the wall most never knew was there
First a tap, then a knock, now you're banging loud and clear
I roll my hips into your thrusts and I feel myself leaking
My eyes roll so far back I see what I'm thinking
Now my legs are shaking in reaction to the walls you're breaking
My body's torn between desire and exhaustion but I'm moving with no caution
You spread my legs wide and...holy shit you're in me deeper
Lean down and kiss me slow helping me to breathe in deeper
You're stroke is sending my body in a frenzy but your love is calming me down
And I'm two steps from heaven but 3 feet off the ground
You use sex as a weapon and you're killing me softly as it flows
I die in your arms like Shakespeare meant in his prose
I'm sure I'm not the first you've put in this hearse
But how many have put your actions to verse
So many flaws but so many perfections
So much beauty from so many erections
So much pleasure silencing so many questions
So much purpose but not many intentions
I can't recall how the seconds turned to minutes and then hours
But you're amazing and I'm gazing thinking "no one man should have all this power"


Friday, January 7, 2011

Beauty and the Beast


We spend every day remaking the hood version of beauty and the beast
But we're both kinda fly so its more like calamity and the peace.
They say you are the bull in my china shop
But there's no red to mess up your head so instead of charging you just huff a lot...
...and puff a lot.

Staring in my eyes you're calm
But outside distractions always bring the threat of your storm
I tell you to focus and I move slow
People warning me you're wild and untamed like I don't already know...
Like I don't already have a few scars on a few parts of my heart
Every time I think "this is how it ends," you're like "nah, this is how it restarts"
I get it.
And I see clearly how I might soon regret it.
But they don't feel nearly how much we connected
Or how we need barely a kiss to be tempted
So I end it and you mend it and we begin it again
The outside gets smaller and the bond gets stronger between lover and friend
Or am I simply in love with healing?
If so these wounds I'm feeling
Might as well be self inflicted since addiction is the reason I'm not leaving..

No.
I entertained the thought until I felt your heart - that's why I won't go.
I see beyond the mess and the stress to the part of you most don't know
It's the light I love, and while most see darkness to me you always glow

You're no bull; just more concerned with what you could than what you should
And I am not interested in being compared to rows of fragile goods
I am far from delicate in nature or composition
My reactions based not just on facts but on intuition
And my vision
I see far beyond my beauty and your beast
I see past this calamity...and into our peace.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

FML

He said "Forget My Lies," like I can just rewind time
I said "Forgive Me Leaving," like I've made up my mind
He says "Face Me, Love," because my back is turned to his advances
I ask "Fight My Logic?" because I hate second chances
He suggests "Follow My Lead," and I feel my heart stir again
I plead "Free My Love!" like I'm bound by an invisible chain
He begs "Feel My Love," and now my heart is beating fast
I offer "Find Me Later?" so he can first remove his past
He whispers "Find My Lips" and moves closer to my body
I say "Fuck My Life" and give in because he's got me

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