Poetry

BLESSINGS FROM OTHER LANDS   The truth is that I am scared that I will lose what I have with you By telling you what I fantasize about with you Your coaching ringing in my

SOON   I have worked til I can't anymore ... I need to sleep but all I can do is think about you - I miss your skin - your smile - your lips I

MY SOUL DON'T NEED SEX   My soul needs passion Hard, rough, cross-the-line-of-pain passion Wretch it out, twist it up, make my eyes burn Hear me scream, beg you to stop Beg you to return

NAKED   I take down the walls A brick at a time Your view clear now I'm exposed I never knew I could stand Naked in front of anyone I am scared ... shaking, but

THE SUBSTITUTE   Looking at your photo My substitute for real-life I can feel your skin, taste the salt, smell your sweetness I feel possessed Your spell is stronger than I am, I cannot break

CORE   Laying Behind you Kissing the softness Of your neck & back Loving you Wanting you From my core But peaceful with my passion Knowing I have lived my whole life Just to have