MY PROJECTS

In a time of whimsical chat,
And the blind fruitless feel of a keyboard
Of repeating hues
on the same dull walls

An unlikely natural encounter
Between two strangers
Face to face
randomly meet out in the new world

Meeting by chance
is odd, unfamiliar,
almost forsaken,
Without the safety of a screen

Natural encounters in the wild
are horrifyiing moments
meant only for those with the skills
lost and long forgotten

The exception is a rare few
So rare that the prey
Can be startled and confused
Of the unraveling events making them
Vulnerable for all to see

The mind begins to whirl,
Like a turbine in a jet
To overpower all autonomous functions
To start and fail in complete disbelief.

The sudden volume of blood
In the arteries causes a pounding
Instantly filling the monochrome walls
With the deafening sound of the heart

Bodies already frozen in terror
Legs decided on a quick escape
But left disallowed to move,
Becoming stiff as concrete pillars.

Unafraid, the ice cold brazenly wicked tongue
sets forth into a soliloquy of improvisation
straight from the darkest depths of
carnal knowledge once thought lost forever.

Words must be spoken swiftly,
the beads of sweat are escapeing
Sneaking out through the pores
Cascading as a waterfall

Thoughts begin as modest and pure
The details on point, beauty is true.
Then erupting into their minds are the undeniable primal love laced sounds
strenghing the growing hunger in their desires to be intertwined as one.

But for now the subtle use of words
tenderly tug on the emotional threads
unravelling all of the lustiest desires
that were once held deep within the demons insatiable cravings to be free again.

Breath is heavy upon the bossem.
Hearts begin to glow as if on fire
and tries to jump out of the body,
And grasp hold of the other kindlinding that fire into an inferno that cannot be quenched.

Eyes are locked in a gaze upon one another bringing intoxicating laughter from fears of hurt and pain that remembers the trampling of needs from the past but hints at what thepotentially eroctic future may hold.or what they may hold.

this odd premonition
is a terrifying yet satisfactory joy
of the vision bestowed with enchanting thoughts Of desires and needs to be restored.

A vision of Immortal love
beyond the wildest of dreams
Is a reward from skills
that have been Lost.

Thought to be lost yet never forgotten
The fear and rage suffocated
Between the quivering lips of two , and skin so screaming to be stuck up on the skin so close yet far away,
not by fear, but blissfully fulfilled by reality.

A reality of two. No longer thoughts, no longer dreams, just verbal ackledgeents laced with sweat and tears so unintentionally could have been missed.