Tuesday, 11 August 2015

My Deepest, Darkest Everything

Your deepest, darkest nothing is my deepest, darkest everything,
what your soul cannot feel, my own absorbs its suffering.
My heart consumes your pain as if it were its own,
and as long as both beat together beneath moonlit sheets, they'll always have something to look forward to on days they beat alone.

Thursday, 6 August 2015


The sedation I feel when you touch me,
is real.
As real as the high my mind welcomes when our bodies mesh and from the world,
we conceal.
Each time our souls syncopate,
our hearts heal,
and bare the most raw form of vulnerability that our eyes dare reveal.

Sweet Depth

You pull my soul right through my skin,
your touch always makes it surface from its darkness within.
Awoken from sleep,
it greets the moonlight and becomes inhaled with your breath, 
and joins your own soul in your body's sweet depth.

Thursday, 30 July 2015

For Our Eyes Only

My sweat pours for you,
no one touches me quite like you do.
My skin reacts like fire to gasoline,
our best moments are the ones that to others, go unseen.
For our eyes only,
sheets and skin,
and every breath that screams from within.


And it was in that moment when our bodies entwined and our breath became one,
that we dreaded the morning,
and cursed the very existence of the sun.

Wednesday, 8 July 2015


it's lip to lip,
and skin on skin,
where two people acknowledge the presence of sin,
and willingly and welcoming let it in.
Demons release and become touch,
full disclosure, with you and I,
there's no such thing as too much.

Monday, 6 July 2015

Engulfed In Red

You and I, we're always brought back to one another,
it's the inner demons we share,
they intertwine like no other.
Both insatiable til' fed,
one following, one led,
by an inner fire so strong that clothing, like ashes, are quickly shed,
as both souls become willingly engulfed in red.