Love Poems

Notes, melodiously rising, dancing amongst themselves Desires all, born of exposed soul, a plaything's music box Daylife, mundane, charmed beguiling life. Perfumed with Updrafts of color, wispy love, need so frightened you only Could be certain -- this wasn't sufficient for your breath flying Disturbing selfish needs you love to have as possessions. And your soft breath ensnares notes of your plaything's soul, Lost wishes, desires forsook, remembered only by my soul's Endlessly spun song, music it makes for you. Smug, soft laughter or a blushing smile. Take them as Impetus for any action. Neither right nor wrong Hold meaning.…

Guessing whether fate will again create murmurs that follow Endless trails within dreams I recount only to myself, and only During long, still, dark mornings, before the crest of sunlight. Whether Whate'er you'd say is divine sees hope, longing, pain, love, the shedding of self, Pain beyond reason, and my soul's bile-strewn black meritorious, closer than God to truth, heaven's bleak burden of souls, righteous fore our God's smelly Toes. See the last soul, yours not in origin. In your possession, born with me. It is yours, not freely given and will never reappear in life. Still, inside you, you…

Indignance, anger forthwith drowning sacred needs, desires, all     Wished for with prayers fervent, so long that my own     Heart has without sorrow absconded with my hopelessness    And now, these desires are given me and I sneer, dismissing    Divinity as a task. Then I grasp my own dreams, lying before me    It is my desires I pursue when desires are steering my course through life   And I see that all fault lies with ignoring dreams long ago forgotten for   Peace. My own desires are not for the pursuit, cast no wan light as a…

Words I write. Love seen as need, a full divine fucking nowhere
Screaming with pain, an angel’s song of devotion. And my eyes,

To die again, be broken by love, tireless need, a servant to your vain Desire that boyish need burns a dull story upon a doleful soul But never best the world's turning truth. Can I please burn alone when Tears of futile nothing steal meaning, turning love coal dark, cold Burning for you stops the gray hopelessness, don't you see? Can my mistress ease this dull, purgatorial truss of hate? Perhaps worshipping love itself, yearning for you, Lea, a lie Do you see Lea is the perfect thing to want, and the only Cold, gray everything then Lea. Can you…

Too long neglected, can't a pastime fill a tremor of being her slut? Does her son Want a dress, delight in stylists' braid, tell himself panties are work to shop for? Cosmetics work wonders, perverts mine, many like me, desiring tramp sissy Dick hole to possess hard, turning slut to moaning bitch, a wanton tramp to nail Fuck me, become father, slut son or mommy's love. Make me her Gratify your eighteen-year-old dick with my tramp sissy cock-sheathe, your Torrid,  wanton cum hole, needy to drain twin globes for listening Ears softly hear spoken things told to those holding she…

My awareness thirsts, not my mouth nor my soul. Tunneling through life, Sliding the shaft, the experience consciousness calls my life Life, living my life, thirsts with buzzing aflame, screaming blood. Maddened, yours. Cold and void, believed when I cum to your taking my ass. And I can't cum till I know it's true, not romantic fantasy. When I accept, bliss comes over torn thoughts and gurgling coos of what you know Carry me over, balls lanced with that driving penis that's yours, Spilling my testament, my conviction that I'm yours, best of all bliss in life Too afraid it…

Too barren, too barren to soothe what a certain small topic, a long diminuendo Culminating to tresses borne by little nymphettes talking over pleasure lies Hotter when tired and neutered by worn zeal for more, still more now Tricks for salty tears and respite from shame bought with cum Pleasant hears. A thing, it hears my thoughts, it knows my heart All I show, it greets with cheer and not more then shown do I know Tumult and sorrow, thoughts of submission shake my hands Peace is inert, nothing. Happiness filters through fears, hopelessness too. Body yelling, mind dancing, billowed…

Call to the done, what lies torn fewer horrid lies and truth kneels To a whim gotten along better left dreams all real to the quick Bellowing truth and sighed always, whispered everything Radiant pools, amber eyes flat and vain, concern for Perfect arrangement of need and covetous, lost lust It’s always. More, everything. Don’t hope less Hope for more, despair for Lea. Try her love Death might stop, perfect claim on souls Become lost, but hers still. Still. And her pleasure tears your mind Fill, maybe own it. Her pleasure. Torn, nothing. It’s my light, taken me through Desperate,…