Her voice reached out to me by the camp's roaring firelightbut it was never meant for these ears,these weathered outlaws in hiding. Felt something like walking in ontwo lovers right as longing lips meetand your cold heart melts as helplesslyas frost gleams clear on still flowersfrom such a sudden warmth thatyou were never meant to be a part of. I would have to quietly pull away and keep that fast pulse beat a secretlike I...

We were so young back then.... And a part of me will be all the way back at thatnight when a ring encircled your trembling finger,the dark winter lake where you said yes and rushed over me like those waters flowing beneath ice,silently claimed in the clear winter moonlightlike a piercing arrow I've never recovered from,the only wound I've ever wanted to keep open. You were more familiar with numbers and starsbecause math...

Bare creamy thighs opening in the moonlight, the longest parting of my life. Nails rake along legs when I draw closer to this glistening nexus, flesh quivering the way a wave does right before gravity causes it to crest. Tongue gliding between lips, greedily lapping at the slow river of ambrosia flowing. A slight tang mixed with sweetness like ripe cherries. Circling the hood, massaging the swollen tender bud beckoning wi...

After it's over and there's nothingbut the crushing winter quiet that I can almost hold as a touchstone,there are no silver points of stars,nothing but the falling snow as I remember what I should have said. Words that may never bring you home,I don't know how to say that youdeserve more than I know how to give. But there's no going back once you've cut that deep,once you've touched the souland I'm only whispering this no...

Her fingertips graze my cheek, smooth memorizing stubble, and she's smiling in a way that perfectly bows her pink lip's curves as if she's about to speak. But the skyline was starting to explode around us in throbbing rainbows reflecting in the blue and green flecks of her eyes.  The rainbows and concussive claps around this rooftop say much more than our words.  Her lips melt to mine.  It's always like the first time, ev...

He creeps in as the clock strikes the witching hour, assuming that everyone is sleeping soundly as they should be, forgetting that bitch insomnia, He makes sure his Wal-mart stocking mask is on tight."Perfect," he whispers to himself before continuing inside the dark house lit only by the twinkling lights of the Christmas Tree, a soundless and slow strobing neon.For a moment he feels like the Grinch about to steal Christm...

It shouldn't have to hurt so much. You said her name and I knew that something had already changed,the slightest curvature in lips can move an entire world whileenraptured by words that glow inside me,you always knew how to go much deeper,to do more than just break the skin.  I still see the sun stream through your hair,the glimmer of soft fire splashing against crimson,the way your eyes held a certain distant sparkchargi...

You were a blur of fair skin awash in neon light rushing towards me, pinning me against the wall. I could barely make out the electronic music playing from inside the club. It was just a faint transmission of synths and bass, the pulsing soundtrack like music from within a distant feverish dream.  In the narrow alleyway, your lips cover mine in a way that almost betrays the softness of your skin and body. There's nothing...

We took you to the shore in secret,body carefully bundled upon fruitwood,a pyre blazed and lapped near the watersof the same ocean that claimed my love. Before that we covered you in oils, perfumes, salts, and more wine than you had ever consumedto carry with you beyond the ether,all else ephemeral and given to ash. Proof that flesh does not matter to the element engulfing it. The fire would render your heart nakedas if i...

A car whips down the road, whirring, wind flying through your auburn locks. It's just cool enough to not be summer but not quite autumn, seasons suspended.  You look at me and your eyes are brimming with love. I see the ocean in them. You lean over and gently kiss my cheek for no reason, which is the best reason of all.  Your hand squeezes mine as we drive at night, the streets glowing, turning up the music, a song we bot...

I came from the old country and didn't understandeverything that she said when we went out. It didn't seem to matter as the car screamedfurious friction over the blacktop and her facetold me to just keep driving faster untilcity lights splashed against alabaster skin,the perfect canvas for these new rainbowsto dance along before flickering back into the dark. I could say none of this to her but she will ask for me to tell...

You were not mine but I still held onalmost too tightly as if you were,as if denying the body a momentcan really prove its own longing. Together it is almost too much to keepsome sense of infinity blossoming between us.  But the smallest details belong to no one. The way we would cling in our sleepbecause the quiet after is when we become the most tender,and you'd smell sweet like summer rain,you would forget your own lon...

The music played and it was from another time. She slow danced with me once to the song and it still takes us back to that place where we were so young and ravenous, full of fury and light. Her vibrant eyes almost melt in the moonglow and melodies now.  Arms around hips, limbs sway in perfect concert. We pulse in the unique way music does, contrasts of soft and hard that belong together.  The song is almost over and she g...

You seem to be looking for the familiar. There's so much I want to tell you. I can't describe how I first enteredthis frenzied torrent of open thighsand hands clasping together as if we knew the ache of the unknown always waiting to be reached. But I want to tell you it's lightning through my veins when we release,ion furies I will never understand,that your nectar is a perfume taking methroughout all things painful and s...

The flameglow kisses her curves with every unstable flicker,skin even warmer before needy lipsmeet the inviting craned dip of her neck. It would hurt too much to believe thisbliss can only be breathed in by the young. We'll still move in tandem towards firelight,both aglow and carefully shadowedin the most ancient warmth dancing,it has and always will be. Her mouth melts against mine the same,the perfect flow of sweetness...