Human heart
Is an organ of fire
Amongst a room full of strangers we stand catching each other's eyes.
Lust and love
What is love? When does it begin? Where does it end?
Is the act of love a possibility without love?
For the mistress of him, making love without love was death.
She dies everyday...........
Use me
for I am letting you
I walk in to a room
and I am Minerva
the bright eyed
When the doors close
in the wake of the night,
in pitch black of an undying heart
I become nothing.
A jinn
nothing but a faint energy
so afraid
so insecure
so begging for a scrap of love.
Use me for I let you.
Use me happily.
Use me to spy on your enemy.
Use me to score points with that person you are jealous of.
Use me to get some relief
from that load trying to burst the seams of your jeans.
Use me for I am your daughter.
Use me for I am your sister and friend.
Use me for I am the madame host of this brothel of pleasures.
Scratch at my skin till it bleeds.
Till I finally feel the pain for pain is all that is left for me.
Use me for I let you love me
for I am in a dream of make believe love.
Break me.
Break me in to thousand pieces.
Break my soft flesh that only you can touch
for it will never see the light of day again,
covered by this thick hide.
So come,
use me,
mount
me, I the
goddess,
bitch
What you feel is real; every stolen moment we spend in each others arms.
I see it in your eyes.
I feel it in the energy of us, consuming one another.
The almost magnetic pull, deep within me.
The wanting to possess the skins of each other.
The need to crawl underneath, to shudder with pleasure.
Time has new meanings here inside our black hole.
