The castellan of unlikley love Sweetness, I surrender. Your skin has me flipping off the heavens in solitary genuflection. What, of my kingdom, I wouldn't give… to feel myself…inside you I know there is a beauty that frightens the gods. I can lurk outside your palaces and sneak into your corridors, and never get as close as a man should be allowed. You, with those tempting eyes of hazel and malachite, and that rounded canvas of whose lips would bite. Let me come inside you, to the edges of your comfort. Her face melts away; his face becomes a fog, as my hands slide along the curves, pressing deeper against your milky folds. Let the others call, come to places of gossiping halls, like women with the ever fluid movement of pigeons. Any
4:31 and time has stoppedWhen will I learn, these tattered rows of memories do not ever fade.Nor in their plastic facades do they return to former glory.I hold truth to the facts that life is always as it is, nothing changes but the scenary of the tragedies.Will I see the face that haunts my dreams in this life or the nextIf I woke up and had everything in the world that I ever wanted, would I be happy? NoMy desire to be kind has lead me to sacrifice my pride in ways of temperate humility.I am the streets and the voice of the people. I am the soldier, I am the bison, the wind of willow creek.Break not my arms, shelter of the highest peaks. I am the second coming.
You, the demon of PathosThis, the hour when my thoughts do mix between the solid foundations of those thoughts betwixt.I, in my subtle words, have birthed a crevasse between my own joy and the places where it flows. How can my waters be so shallow when those I love are dying of thirst?He can move between my eyelids, pulling me inside, where I want to be. This bi polar love affair makes me feel sick silly with stupidity, I was 19 once too.You, with your milky words and your brillow pad of matted hair, eyes of the darkest brown to conceal those intentions. You once spoke to me of the power of tongues, well I implore you... speak to me now.Tell me why you pull, why you drag me to these depths to brandish this unwavering attempt to split my gut. How and why do these halls hold my heart, when your marbled skin is riddled with thick veins of asshole flavored promises.Two men, in between the nooks of my skin, brimming at the chance to let loose their messiah's beacon. A temple to be raised in the honor of me. O