Untitled (How Does It Feel?)

My affection aches for what never was,
A moment in time, forever set on repeat.
Your skin was so soft,
beneath my weight.
Your freckles danced,
with each movement of your face.
What did I fear?
Why was I scared?
I loved you.
I liked you.
I knew you.
I was you.
Mine eyes reflected yours,
in a gaze of pure innocence.
I had nothing to abhor,
for that I am sure.
You gave me your all,
you wanted my hand.
I need you know,
I needed you then.
Your scent was that of the ocean,
a wonderful elixir of pungent salt,
nice and fresh.
Passion in your eyes,
so brazen, so bold.
You are so beautiful.
You were so serene.
I need you now.
I needed you then
My carcass betrayed me.
It absconded me from you.
I can not take back,
the actions I took.
I want to retract the things that I said.
A break in time,
destined for enchantment,
lifted from me,
by my own apprehension.

Killing Me Softly

"Pain enveloping my inner,
Grief entering my outer.
The notion of life without my other, is a life I'd hesitate to live"

Blissful and beautiful were we,
Young and naive.
We thought love could get us through the worst,
we thought love could make it last.
When the ill times came,
We weren't prepared to cope.
When the devil left Pandora's box at our doorsteps,
you reached in and were engulfed by temptation.
There was a time when love was enough. Is it still?
What is right in our minds,
may not be right in our hearts.
What once was heart-clenching, mind numbing love,
you excuse as an ecstasy induced phase.
Blinded are you by the evils of the world.
So easy is it to let the devil in,
But in time you'll want him out, you will need him out to keep your life, or what little existence remains.
When you are ready to give in to the will of the Lord,
after being dead for so many years,
You'll find yourself among the elderly, weak and frail.
You'll find yourself by yourself, alone and isolated.
For all those years you've spent in the dark, has left you dim.
Ignorant to the tearful pleas of those who loved you,
Or who loved who you once were.
Their voices have tired,
their defenses, have weakened.
They had to leave,
Better one dead than two.
For when you kill yourself with the evils of the world,
You are bludgeoning the ones around you as well.

I wrote this in the perspective of a woman who has been cheated on way too long. She loves her husband, but she now realizes that there comes a point where you have to start living for yourself again. She understands that if she continues to stay in this poisoned relationship, with this treacherous man, her soul will die before her body.

Our Love is a Burning Fire in the Rain

Chocolate kiss,
Chocolate love,
Chocolate lust.
You stay on my mind,
You've left a dent im my lobe,
I can't stop thinking, I won't stop thinking,
Thinking of what is,
Wondering what could be.
I love you, I want you, I need you, I breathe you,
When I am away, I do not hesitate to shed tears,
You're so sweet, my chocolate mystery
You are strong, I am weak.
Chocolate kiss,
Chocolate love,
Chocolate lust.
You're hugs are like kryptonite,
They power my day.
So warm in your arms, it's where I need to stay.
Shelter me baby, from the dangers of the night,
When you speak, I break,
Your voice so smooth,
When you touch, I melt,
Your kiss so soft,
My heart is cold,
You are my furnace.
I love you, I want you, I need you, I breathe you,
Falling into your arms,
Falling into your love,
My hand brushes your hair,
Your hand caresses my leg,
Our eyes intertwine,
My lips tickle your cheek, 
So warm, so warm, how are you so warm,
I open my eyes and there you aren't,
Melted on the floor.
An apparition, a blur, a lie, a tale.
My chocolate kiss,
My chocolate love,
My chocolate lust,
Dead in the night, gone from sight.....

I wrote this after listening to the song 'Just My Imagination' by The Temptations. It's about unrequited love. Loving someone so much, that you begin to trick your mind to think that one day they may love you back, but in the end it's not true. They never will. It's a pipe dream, a fantasy, just your imagination.

Fine Wine

Grace, beauty, elegance,
Words that come to mind, when I think of that fine wine,
Money, power- Irrelevant,
as long as I have that glass of wine for the rest of time,
You see, beer, liquor, even champagne can't come close to my fine wine,
My fine wine is mature,
My fine wine has the aroma of the ocean air mixed with heavens gates,
My fine wine is dark yet lovely, spicy yet sweet, strong yet stable,
I'm an alcoholic when it comes to my fine wine,
for I'll never, no not ever get enough,
Bottled on January 3rd, 1969,
My fine wine is cultivated,
My fine wine is timeless.