Mistress

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

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

Stolen Moments

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.

Dead meat on a cold slab

She has the most amazing mind
And when she enters a room
All eyes fall on her voluptuous, curvaceous body
Lithe with an ever so undetectable skip of a 5year old.
At night she stares at her phone
Waiting to be remembered
To be soothed to sleep with I love you's and whatnots...
And she hears the noise of plastic being torn instead.
Disinterest, clear as day
In the dead of the night.
She's so used to these cycles
Of being wanted physically
But being rejected psychologically.
All of them wanting a fuck
But being very through at not being fucked.
Still hoping
To be seen
She lives.
Alone in bed, other times
She knows she's just dead meat on a cold slab
Impossible to be loved
As a woman
Ideal for consumption otherwise.
She dreams of death.

End of an Affair.....

it was the end
she knew the minute
he walked out the door
the long battle fought was
finally
over,
she had lost!
time now for her
to put the dress back on
touch on her makeup 
step in to the world
with a new mask
later
she will need to wash the sheets
to bleed 
their sweat out
the tastes
the brief lightning memories
redefine ins and outs
but for now
she needed it etched on her skin
he will not return
for the burial
of her broken heart
after the end
of an affair.

Bleed-ing

It is been just one day since you've been gone

You kept me so tightly tied-up

I did not feel the emptiness in my depths

.

I feel 

Feelings gushing in precipitously

Confusing

Consuming 

.

I did not feel me bleed on the floor

All the emptiness

Boundless

With you missing

With a part

Of me

.   

Rain.

It's a little wet

and

a little cold

out side my window

the gray skies,

painting streaks of green

on wet leaves

Zeus on a rampage.

It's a little wet,

and

a little cold

and 

I am

a little alone

it's been a while

rain outside

and

in.