Tempête Faire la Coquette

Day breaks and the essence of love flows through. The fire that is made starts the day and fills the room. Acting like adults checking emails and paying bills, yet and still mindlessly finding ways for smiles to grace our faces. Tickle mania and makeout sessions while not focusing on comedy specials and romance movies, again allowing loves essence to get us full. Something to cool off, favorite Ben & Jerry’s beckoning our call. Do you hear that? Thunder, baby! Run out in sweats and flops for the sky to greet one another, still with pints of ice cream in our hands. The sky claps louder and our anxiety builds faster for the storm bound to come. Harder and harder the wetness beats down upon us dancing and laughing in the middle of the street, holding hands we’re moving to our own beat. Smile baby, the sky is lighting up, look at it taking pictures of us. The sky’s music grows louder as if it was right in our ear. Racing in doors we peel off our clothes and let the warmth of this water trickle between our bodies. Steaming up soul meeting soul, my body becoming one with yours, this is just another Friday, still anticipating to spend many more.

Angelic Blues

Speak the language of love to me, that harsh tone, my spirit becomes turned on. You’re so perfect, I’ve been perfected. Nothing I rather do, none than mask in our masks recognizable to me and you. I look away from me to you, I actually feel the new found blue, unexpected and out of the blue. Thoughts don’t linger to long and now I remember you started saying you couldn’t stay to long. And I settle. And we would bask, wear our mask, love perfects its dance.

I mean, I rather be in your graces, can’t sound like I’ve been up all night pacing, sick, wondering, searching for you to deliver the angelic blues. Any traces? No avail, you’re to no avail, you’re not avail to avail… I may need a few advils, narcotics, love, or in your words “whatever takes me higher”. Proclaimed to love and live too high for this, set in stone driftng sea to sea, still high off this.

Core Explanations

To many faces, to many moments, not enough energy. Unattached from life itself, begging for someone to take away this dark soul and tainted eyes; strong but cluttered mind. Sad eyes and fakes smiles are wearing thin, not covering up like they use to. Happiness ran out, this mask soon will too. They no longer serve purpose. She wonders if people knew what she knew, would they astreik * her name

The endless pattern of mindless perception. Staircase of personailities, the beginning, always captivating moments sucks you in while the hold becomes stronger.

These predicaments, explainable, but rather be left unexplained. Just like my inner me can not seem to detach, I’m back. Closure never comes, but the flickers of ambers after the feels goods have diminished have appeared. They dance, the reoccuring dance, singing the same hope.

Maybe its the warmness, that warms her up to experiencing a new ride so much more.

Surreal Sublime

Deliberate, meditate, speculate, make my mind spin reaching all time highs, pushing me into the direction my heart desires, lets take each other higher. Be my co-muse, you inspire me, I inspire you. Brain patterns feeding off of each other exchanging thought processes, conversations with its core simply of depth. How did he send a match not only for my morals, but mirroring my goals?

Throbbing and aflame heart races, I’m sober but intoxicated. Overwhelm my soul, invade my mind and have it become one with yours. Challenge my being as I race to challenge yours back, attack it, even if only for the enhancement of I. Give me the best highs, your love I can feel settling, festering.

Multiple levels, intimacy through our thoughts, takes me to places I’ve grown tired of going to alone. Twice gasm, can you triple that? I’ll make it a dare and you can bet that. It’s like I’m watching myself making your toes curl from my intellect. Carry me higher, seeing pink hues, amazing nirvanas, and sweet taboos; this is a first, falling for the likes of you.

Well, I say, passive-agress-him, I can make you lullaby, elevating you to see hues of blues, scents of your tranquility sends me, pushing me to whisper words like, “I love you”.