Keep it simple

 Indigo girls: All that we let in

My muse

Some say
The saddest lines ever written were
I loved her
And sometimes
She loved me

Possibly

Chuck says
Find out what you love
And let it kill you

Possibly

But I say
Keep it simple
This is where we are always best
Always
Through it all
The succulent sweet
The biting bitter
The truth
Behind
The lies
Told to keep
The truth
Behind
Though
The other knew

The simple?

You
My friend
My more
What’s more
You gave me the greatest gift of all

To know love

Keep it simple
This is where we are always best

Raindrops fell

Miley Cyrus vs. Redfoo vs. Journey - Don't Stop Wrecking Ridiculous Ball (Djs from Mars)

Raindrops fell
Hollow rooftop strike
In sporadic
Systemic
Drive of Chaos
Mirroring emotions within
Building
Budding
Where to begin
Lenses of desire blinding
Limiting all that exists
To my seated muse
The slight lean
Joined by the slight opening
Of lips heavy with desire
As this same want
Forced her eyes to close
Knowing the burning kiss
Enflamed sacred hearts
Acutely ungainly
Steps of courtship
Forgotten
As my hands slight pass
Marked by the collapse
One into the other
Blinding passion
Rose only to meet
To pull
To draw
The two
Into one
The push
The pull
Longing touches
Burn
I pull you close
Your inferno smolders
The tilted heads
Jutting lean
Meets my mouth
Longing to devour
Its desire
The tantalizing trace
To your secret garden
In an inviting tread soft
While outside
Beyond the staccato
Thumping din
Raindrops fell

Desert Rose

Gypsy Kings: Pharaon

The desert rose
Steps slowly
towards
As
She hides
That most treasured
Gifts of her spirit
That had slept for so long
Dormant waiting for the dawn
To rise
If
It ever would
Or could
Be safe
As if
She didn’t know
That he had seen
The stepping
Encroaching slip
Of the dark
Trace across her heart
Yet
He sang
The song
She had long ago forgotten
Still rang true
Pure
Her steps furitive
He waited
For the desert rose
To emerge
No longer able
To remain a bud
Instead
Almond eyes demure
Ache for his trace
As Spring
Erupts
Anew
In you
The desert rose

Succulent ripe

Beyonce vs. Eurythmics Sweet dreams djs from mars

Succulent ripe
The silken slide
Down your thigh
My heated
Kiss trace
to your gardens
Sheltered place
Where petals
Heavy dew
Greet my tracing touch
Crying
The longing
of the succulent ripe
The rise
The call
The slow slide
The closed eyes
Announce
The rising light

Burn Savage

The Proclaimers: Teardrops

"Burn savage
Burn fierce"
His heated whisper passed
As she
Stoked the simmering beneath
As she
Hears
As she
Feels
The press
Against
Her backward longing lean
As she
Lightly turn the caldron
Longing
Boiling bubbles rise
For the contanct
Disrupting
Her placid surface
The boil
Continues its roll
As his hands
Caressing pull
Her hips
Into him
As she
"Burn savage
Burn Fierce"

Time

"Radio Tik Tok" 

Time
Though thief eternal

Stopped
With the contact

Of your hand soft gentle
As
The spark of your eye
The knowing half grin
That
Could not lie

Met mine

As we begin

The Miracle mile

A fugitive race

Unending

To the horizon
Never reaching

Never caring

For in smiling souls
Time

Is eternal

Simmering

"Just can't get enough Paparazzi"

Figures outside
Sheltering shadow
Pulse of
Bombasting beat
Drive to
Begin
A
Mad dance
Rhythm primal
Matches
Pulsing flex
Of the savage heart
Thighs bend
Hips shake
To the quake
Within
Reflecting heat
Boiling core below
Passion desperate
Building
Simmering
Longing for release

Longing want resides
Dark eyes shine
Half open
The visible line
Of passion
Burning
He moves
Closer
Friction unseen
Sparks sensitive skin
Before fingers begin
The pulsing trace
Across
Small of her back
Pulling in
Building the simmering
Longing for release

The sideways dance
Morphs into
The front
The back
The up
The down
Pressing soft
Into the
Hard desperate dance
Building the simmering
Longing for release

Her lips
Dripping passion
So full
So ripe
Beckon
The killing contact
Shocking succulence
Pulling in
Advancing
Fevered kisses
Continue
Consume
Ignite
Passions inferno
Building the simmering
Longing for release

Dancing hands
Explore
Silent singing of dancing tongues
Til
Seething boiling caldron of passion
Simmering building
Longing for release

His hands rise
The gentle trace
Across  
The proud, haughty
Soft, gentle,
As expectant as they are impatient
Melting conform to his hand
Gentle rise
Against
Cries for my touching
Gentle pull
Unbridled
His lips begin
The gentle kiss
The tickling trace
Below
The dancing circle
The heated breath
Proceeds the arrival
Lost in the fog
Her head leans back
 Longing for release

Rising heat
Drips passion
From burning kisses rise
Desperate to be consumed
Simmering