Our loop is much like faith,invisible yet painfully palpable.But when freighted with the knowledgethat the fluttering of the smallest wingscan send immeasurable cracks through time,I have to close this dangerous circle. I have to learn how to let you goHow it once went...A bullet took you, your eyes still brilliant in defiance of the dark,a dimpled smile before whispering your last words..."How we danced..."We'll have tha...

After the sudden shuddering, the flash between that leaves us luminous in spent arms,I never tell you where I go. I'm not sure you'd want to know. I can't tell you with words that it's ecstasy in retrospect, the rush slowed down with a surgical precision frame by frameimprinted only where you can see. It's why I'm so still in the moment after where your arms cradle me so tight,my one tether to the true world, the lines an...

I will never be far away.A nostalgia for the darkwill sweep through us,sun setting earlieron a clear sharp horizon. The night air vibrant with breath we closely exhale like sweet mistas our lips draw ever near.Soft winter kissed skin telegraphing your every need,gooseflesh at my fingerprints slowly read like living braille. Winter evokes in us what other seasons never quite know how to touch. When the snow begins to fall,...

Afterwards, the aching goes quiet, retreats to play as a sweet song, one sleepy whisper hovers in our air... "Never let me go."With one silent embrace, you know what could hurt me,what soothes every dark realm. You may as well have been touching the first secret I ever kept, where lips would softly meet,the initial tremble will tell a story all on its very own. How lips were redolent of summer mist and vanilla, the palpab...

You alone know the signature upon my heart. And to touch what strange fires roar just beneath bare skin, I must listen closely to your body as if it were my very own. No matter the divide lying between us,all there is to know can be found in blood quickening with desire,with something permanent and forgiving. But I can still give you this,the animal tension before a frenzy,the tender calm after we have floated towards ind...

To embed me inside, there was so much to know before I was hungrily sheathed where your deepest needs drip. A soft sigh in my skin's proximity, the exquisite stillness of your lips, sweet perfumes without names that heat beckoned from pores, breathing in who you really are.Details that leave you more naked than ever. There were always keys to you, delicate ways to make you open, but as you slip me between your folds,we've...

I wonder if this goes byin a blinding flash for you,the tranquil sleep grippingyour warm still body now.How you rest here almost motionless, legs seamlessly braided with mine, chest rhythmically rising and falling like some beautiful engine I don't understand... I don't think I'll ever know.I know you more than anyone here, though. How you were pure motion earlier, wrapped around me and grinding like a fury needed to be e...

There is something so elegiac,so darkly beautiful in the approach,elegant strings hovering softly,rippling through the still night air.I hear endless messages in the dissonance.I think of snowfall caught in your hair,moonlight glistening in silken strands,eyes aglow with some forlorn memorythat ebbs away as your hand slips into mine.It's not so wrong to have met here, in winter's bittersweet ballads that cannot promise a...

No matter how much I tremble, whatever pleas and whispers I'm able to utter between breaths Keep your promise to never stop.Deliver me to the thresholdand we will push beyond our own darkness together.As I press into you,memorizing that first unique gasp,the new fire rushing in our veinslike molten trails through the earthwhen an urgent thrust begins to speak.It's as if I'm seeking myselfinside and throughout you,some pea...

It's the sweetest ascension,throbbing desire gripped,squeezed to remind mewho this pulse quickens for.Never let me forget this possession.This need that sings and sends electric bolts through awakened nerves,the current that thrums as you guidemy curious hand along loosened thighs.It only takes moments to know,to slip between a tight fiery fissure,the center's shivering conductivity, the closest proof we have to tell usth...

Maybe I was never inside of you.We rush past and back through ourselves,reaching for some mutual light,some radiance that will not let memories turn from nectar to poison.Even if we leave,I'll hold on to some things...Kissing where scars made signatures on skin,a deep story told through each one,it doesn't matter how they came to be,I still jealously cling to the taste.How each one was like a faint riverbedwaiting to be f...

You take me so deep inside,the lion's share of a demanding heart, mine as the night gathers around us. Something has been awakened in you,to encompass this blooming fray,we dare not give it a name,such hunger prowls and pounces,feeds far beyond where words have the power to breach.And as you drift away from safe quietude,petals tender before the flowering,before the inner frenzy of nectar flows,coiling within no longer as...

We merged out beyond the city lights,untouched now by their sodium glows,your smooth hand slipped into mineas we followed the vast pale moon.The cicadas filled the thick air,the night's reverberant serenadein tune with the unceasing drumsof hungry hearts when night falls.And I feel the warm beat in my palm, as your lips begin to search my own, pressed against one of countless dark treesthat tower around us like still sent...

It's the sound moaning againstthe rapid pulse that my lipsburrow into when tastingthe soft skin of your neck.You hear enough to realizeno other name escapes mewith such breathless abandon,with such needy timbreslingering in the heated airas you surge into my covetous kiss.The moment your fingers closearound my thick and swelling ache,a metaphor for the world in your hands,for molten veins rushing in needy rivers.How I tre...

Take me as the night begins to fall,all needs roaring to life in the dark, we've been marked to violently ache for passions mirroring our very own. A passion akin to beasts roaming the wild, the mingling howls and thunder spreading a cantata among the hidden forests, among hides, thorns, and bleeding ink on smooth and soft parchments where I failed to recreate you with words. Where our writhing limbs tied and I spilled in...