She knows what she knows

Echo & The Bunnymen - Lips Like Sugar (Way Out West Remix)

So it goes

There you are

The one
among so many

She stops
She looks

Through pressed lips
You think you see a smile
A smile for you
Alone

So it goes
So it always goes

For a moment you believe you are
A savior
Messiah
Incarnate
To save her
From herself

So simple
So it goes
So
It always goes

Perhaps
The press of her
Magnificence
Against you
Is too much
For your
Eruption into heaven
While to her
Little more
Than a banal excursion
Into her hell

All is well
So it goes
With her
It has always ever gone
Lips
Like sugar
|
Your pursuit beyond fabric
Leads to more fabric
Only
More fun
As
The dance
Of fingers
Along elastic borders
That give
So much
With the push
The trace
Beyond
Heated flesh rises
To meet desperation
For a moment
For a moment

Only to get lost in her lips
So sweet
So saccharine
She calls for you
Tonight
To share this moonlight
Translucent
And in the half-light
You give her |
Sugar kisses
So sweet
So
Very
Sweet

She know what she knows

She knows what she wants

To be consumed

Desert Rose Sting (remix)

Yesterday, She laughed it off
Said it was a butt call
No realizing
That when her butt calls
You answer

So fast
So quick

The simmering
Reached a boil
Peeking
Popping
Over the lid
She is more
Glory
Than she will ever know

To feel the curve
To glide along
Her form
So precious
Strong
Svelt
Wating
Longing
Calling
For your caress
Fingers grace
Draw along her supple
Firm

One hand glides
Guides
Towards her inner thigh
The other caresses her stomach
Skin
So hot
So warm
So welcoming

Touches rise
Toward
The center of her heat
So fierce
Or the supple bend
Of her glory
Rising
Desperate to feel
My touch
My desire
The arch
The lean
Back
To me
Into me

Passion drips from her lips
So sweet

I feel her burn
So strong
I long to be consumed
In her
With her
If only
For a moment

To be consumed

Ode to joy

Ode to joy

Beauty encapsulated.  Part of an orchestra.  The climax.  Written by a man so deaf... but so genius.  Concocting only from memory that which he wished to display.  Somewhere in between... he created majesty.  Love for brothers, kindred separated by war.  A war based on nothing that could divide the union. 

I saw her at the traffic light you know.  Her face golden and alight in a sun transitioning from its overhead to the radiant orange of its descending.  She had cut it short... or at least shorter.  Now it clung to her shoulders.  A sign, if anything, of limited freedom.  So limited.  But one must take it parcel by parcel if that is all that is allowed.  I had been her friend.  Friendship has a way of keeping one eye open.  But, I had been her lover.  So blind.  So desperate.  She had given me a reason, she had given me value.  She gave me joy.  But sadly, as her friend, I saw all.

I loved her.
And sometimes... she loved me.

So it goes.

She at least finally registered her marriage Stateside you know.  That means something.  I guess.  Sometimes she forgets that a friend loves you in spite of who you are. 

In the end, I found the right words and I kept them simple.  Thank you for being my friend.  Of course she ripped the card I wrote this on in half.  Thanks.

So it goes.

So it ever goes.

Regardless, blessings to you.  My beautiful one, separated by a war of your own creation.

Ode to joy my sweet.  Ode to joy.

Only you

Alison Moyet performs 'Only You' Live at The Burberry S/S16 Womenswear Show

The crowd mumbles
At the beginning
Then
As if she didn't know
The orchestra plays
Reinforcing
The epic
She had been so glad
To let go
Release

She was afraid
You cannot
Blame

Yet

As always

Only you

He had not forgotten
Let the shadows pass
Marionettes
Doing
Pirouettes
As she had
So long ago
So long

The dance
Calling
How he could feel
Her curve
So glorious
Press against him
Wanting
Longing
For him
To press
Back
As urgent
As longing
As...
Beautiful
She couldn't know
He was already entrapped
So deep
To her
Her soft
Her curve
Drove him to the point
Of madness
So glorious
So
Desire
His hands longed
To fulfill
That which he had played in dreams
Again

And again

So Soft
So Supple
So
Beautiful

Consume me
As he consumed her
His heart cried

All I ever knew
Only you

Everytime we touch

Cascada - Everytime We Touch (Official Video)

He travelled to his storage locker today.  An opportunity to place his items into limbo while he waited for his entry into the paradise that would surely follow.  He was looking for his old motorcycle boots.  He longed for there comfort.  That's when he grabbed it.  An old leather jacket.  It was from so long ago, but its skin, so supple, cried out to him.  "Just put me on... what could it hurt?"

His arm softly slipped into the sleeve.  It embraced him, as it always had.  It felt good, so good.  His mind flashed back.

The backing, her into him.  She knew the soft curve.  How full, soft, she felt in his hands.  His hand, so clever, slipped into her inner thigh.  His rise met the rise of her heat.  Her cry  Join me.  Melt into me.  Embrace me.  Fully.  All addressed in her simple sft sway back  Pressing so softy, so sweet into me  Her longing desire burning ever higher,

Her beckoning cry, her pull was met by his push  Desire burned  The fire rose to an inferno as they burned and were consumed each to each

Dreams

Sting & Cheb Mami - Desert Rose (Remix Oficial) HD

The door opened
Electricity flew
From skin
So hot
Temptation erupted
From eyes so soft
So gentle

To hold
To embrace
If only for a moment
Stolen

Erupt from the past
To the present
For a moment
Only  a moment

She would move
Her backside
Against
Longing for a response

Heat primeval
Burned from inside
Drawing
Waiting
Longing

His hand slid
Across the glory
Of her pressing toward
Reveling in her firm
Gift
Waiting for him to open
So soft
So fine

He drew
So high
Against her thigh
So hidden
So glorious
Forever rising toward
The sweet intoxication of her love
So soft
So warm
So
Intoxicating

Passion burns
Contact
Higher
Ever Higher
While

Her press forever burning back

The Ride

Richard Thompson - 1952 Vincent Black Lightning


Today he went for a ride
Nowhere in particular
Deadly dance
Traffic so thick
Stick
In
Or out
The dodge
The dart
So smart
Three steps ahead
You have to be

Mind drifts
As its want
Happened weeks ago
Perhaps months
One or two

She had returned
His Molly
Bonnie lass
How
Her fingers ran
When they ran
Through his hair
Up there

There

Where

Time could stand still
For only a moment
Before
She ran

Inglorious goodbye
Yet
He smiled

She was his beautiful bird
Flying in his mind
Forever
But this day
For a moment
He allowed her
To build a nest

For a moment

He saw her glory
He saw that she was happy
Or as happy as she could be
Maybe

Maybe

Let her know
She was glorious
He was so proud of her
Her
She had survived
If only
She had fought the fight
And won
He was proud

With a turn of his throttle
He had to pass
She had to fly
And he

He had to ride
All the while
Avoid
Running out of road