The Lust
by Melvin (the persona)
Bodies Entwined
Hearts Resounding
the shivers beads of perspiration
coming and going
Those inhibited places
opening up:
slowly, gently and...
delicately
losing inhibitions
new sensations
A sensual touch here
and a seductive touch there
smokeless flames!
a miracle invisible
between "the two of us"...
Yet to You and Me
engulfed in passion...
lustful love or lovable lust?
Let love be there
and lust be too...
A heavenly feeling
for me and you
feel yourself and feel me too
Erotic fantasies unfold...
Dreams come true
Me for You and Only You
just the way you wanted to...!
This poem was written in one of his "sensual" nights on Sept, 30th, 2006.
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Sunday, March 30, 2008
:- solitary. art thou thee...
Solitude
by Melvin (the persona)
Another bottle of whisky
drowning in my own misery
Wrapped within solitude
swallowed up in deep sorrow
Feels like the end of the world
slipping myself into darkness eternal
One bullet in the chamber
numb-cold-despair without hope
Body useless
this heart beaten down and broken
Feels like the end of the world
slipping myself into darkness eternal
Shadows of death
keep hanging around
Whispering my name
like thunder in my heart
Feels like the end of the world
slipping myself into darkness eternal
This poem was written in the bunk during a weekend guard, the persona was lamenting the fact that being singular is pathethic; with no one to share his whiskey, drowning his sorrows pitifully alone, on Sept, 24th, 2006.
by Melvin (the persona)
Another bottle of whisky
drowning in my own misery
Wrapped within solitude
swallowed up in deep sorrow
Feels like the end of the world
slipping myself into darkness eternal
One bullet in the chamber
numb-cold-despair without hope
Body useless
this heart beaten down and broken
Feels like the end of the world
slipping myself into darkness eternal
Shadows of death
keep hanging around
Whispering my name
like thunder in my heart
Feels like the end of the world
slipping myself into darkness eternal
This poem was written in the bunk during a weekend guard, the persona was lamenting the fact that being singular is pathethic; with no one to share his whiskey, drowning his sorrows pitifully alone, on Sept, 24th, 2006.
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