The strand

The Cult: She sells Sanctuary (Long Version)

She could be
A mirage
Behind
The strand
Of hair that softly fell
Over her eye
But it
Never hid
The spark of life
contagious
When she saw me

Brushing back
Pushing forward
Desperate to talk
To laugh
To share
All the while
Her hair
Longed to fall forward

Yet afraid
To be so open
In a world
That kills
Those of quick
Thought
Of savage
Beauty
Of stunning
Wit
Would make anyone want to quit
trying

Yet
How many times
Had that strand
Saved her
A
Diminutive mask
To hide
Behind
In a world desperate
For promises only

Perhaps he
Might have been to zealous
In his chasing the dawn
Not wanting to look back
Or linger on
That which lay behind
Fearing that is the way he would go

She meanwhile
Forever tried to change her past
So that she could control her future

And he
Only thought of her

If he was thinking at all

And she
Hesitates to cry out his name
For fear

Of what she lost
So long ago

Meanwhile
The strand slipped back over her eye

The amber moon hung heavy

Kylie/Adele/Dada - Firebomb

The amber moon hung heavy
As
I entered the space
Where in the mist
we could meet

You knew I would come
You longed for my arrival
Knowing my desire
Only made
Your
Breathing grew heavy
Eyes blinded by desire
Greater as each
Step grew closer
Laden eyes burned
With a smoldering simmer
Passions heat rise
As
My fingers gentle trace
Across the petal's full dew dripped
in the mist
Of your secret garden ripe

A teasing rise
Along the smooth heated
Thighs
Pressing to me
In a primal harmony
Longing

As the moon rose
basking the two
As if it knew
The loging to draw
To kiss
To consume
And
Savor the desire that dripped
From your full lips
That only enflamed my desire
The contradiction
Of your rounded soft firm
Should dispel any fiction
Behind the friction
That erupts the flame
With every touch
With every fugitive glance
As the glory of one is revealed to the other
Passion dance burns
The firm
The soft
Speak in determined language undefinable
Which
Does not end
Until
The return of
The amber moon hung heavy

Entry towards

Jennifer Lopez vs. Alex Gaudino- Calabria On The Dancefloor mashup

Entry towards
Life unbridled
Stepping starts slow
Primal
Beat revealing
The friction of the fiction
Too long
Chafing desire
Bursting forth
Slow smoldering
Longing to live
Life unbridled
Each bump on the floor
The curve of something more
Corresponding pleasure
The brief
The glance
Promise of a chance
While the smolder increases
Full lips ripe longing
For the press
Against the flesh
Burning of the other
Sympatico sway
Eyes dip heavy
Skin slides
Across her dress
As bodies press
Her firm flex
Under the tracing touch
While
Steps
Moves
Dreams
Desire
Unify
To the burning pulse
Life unbridled

To be lost in

Sleepsong

To be lost in
The world of the two
Heaven's fleeting moment
Born again
Without need for atonement
Soft shutting of eyes
Encased in visions
Where he could hear
Laughing drops
Fall like rain
She could be
And he
Could be
And together rest
In the warmth
Of the other
And escape
The lumbering lone
Half dark greeting
That arrived with the dawn
But they were only sleeping
And rise
Leaving the longing
To be lost in
The world of the two