It Kills Me

Just the remembrance of you and the old times.
The reminiscing of the you and I,
The we that we let go,
And the cuddling in the cold;

That just kills me...

Every thought that leads to you
Is every thought that's going through
My every cell inside my brain. It's true,
The thought of you brings pain, but from reach you stand aloof

And that just kills me...

It's that your touch, the feel of your skin
I miss enough to say that, without it, my life is grim.
I need, oh I do need! The sight of your silhouette when, the lights, I dim.
I need, oh I do need! A "To be continued..." to our story instead of "FIN!"

That just killed me.

In the after life, I wish, we will not meet.
I do not want to greet
A new chance with an old defeat
Because I couldn't die again and this grief,

It wouldn't kill me.

The Good Boy And The Stranger

Yes, I'm a good boy, I'll tuck you in and lay next to you to cuddle.
Don't be fooled, like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, I'll switch on you and go, from slow, to full throttle.
I can hold you tight all night and keep you warm.
I can also make you sweat and scream, yes, I want to hear you moan.
I'll fill you with kisses from your head to your toes.
Or I'll just nibble on your nipple while my fingers probe your holes.

You will live the sweet delight an angel enjoys every single day.
That doesn't mean that I won't bite or tie you up so that you won't run away.
I'll whisper in your ear a new sonnet every morn.
I'll tease you until the pleasure has you wailing like a new born.
Baby, I am all yours, I just want you to be happy.
Lady, you are mine, when I'm around you call me daddy.

From the day I met you I have lived to breathe your air.
From the day I met you I knew I would bend you over and pull you by your hair.
Oh, dear, sweet angel with a pleasant smile to greet.
Oh, you nasty little freak, you just love to wet the bed sheets.
Come a bit closer while we're walking, so that we may hold hands.
Come a bit closer while we're face to face on the train, and play with yourself as we stand.

Truthfully my love, I adore the land you walk.
Truthfully today I don't want to hear you talk.
Your angelic voice sings the song played by the seas.
Don't even say my name, today we fuck and then you leave.
I want to spend eternity bound to you.
Don't believe what I just said, I just lied, it's not true.

I find myself fighting foully with foul thoughts.
At times I scream inside for my true voice is not found when sought.
It is you only my dear who can bring out my true nature.
I love you it is true, but I'm a freak, I love role playing as the stranger.
Yes, I'm a good boy and you know and love that fact.
You also love it when i go wild and there's nothing wrong with that.

Red light, green light, one, two, three...

Inspired by and dedicated to Jasmine Chanel Parker.

Red light, green light, one, two, three...
The feelings I feel for you are concrete.
If when you and I are alone, one listens carefully,
One can hear clearly that our hearts do speak.

Let us eavesdrop on our hearts and hear what they say.
They speak of enjoying a picnic in May.
They want a Sunday afternoon in a mountain, far away.
Distant from the city and the "day to day."

My muse, in awe I stare at you for one simple reason.
To say that my feelings are not true, would truly be treason.
You and I are Vivaldi and our love, his "Four Seasons."
When we are together, there are none other more gleesome.

Falling In Love

Inspired by and dedicated to Jasmine Chanel Parker.

Whenever the air is cool, because of a winter breeze,
I think about the wet kiss we shared before we fell asleep.
The moon was out, your eyes did shine
More than a day time sun that is ever so bright.

The sun is bright, it shines on me
And the only thought in my mind is being with thee.
I remember how your eyes do shine even in the darkest of nights.
I remember how when I'm down a wet kiss from you, inspires, in me, flight.

The moon is out, it is midnight again
And I cannot hide that I miss you, my friend.
You are to me my blanket whenever I'm cold
And when I am afraid, you are the teddy I hold.

Your eyes shine like stars in the sky,
Guiding the lost away from the lies.
Exposing the truth, the one we all seek.
Guiding us all away from the bleak.

The kiss was wet, the first one we shared.
I enjoyed everything as the scent from your hair
Did ever so cleverly mesmerize my all.
Indeed, deeply and blindly, completely in love with you I did fall.

All I Want To Do Is Write

Inspired by fellow poet Roberto Poeta Quintero's poem "All I want to do, is read."

All I want to do is write

With my pen on your paper skin.

Skin so delicately fit for prime,

Genuine, one of a kind ink.

All I want to do is write

All day under a sunny Sunday;

Under a beautiful blue sky,

The story of a young runaway.

All I want to do is write!

All I want to do is touch your silk

Like velvety external organ which fights

Off, and protects you from, the world's filth.

All I want to do is write

And cuddle closely with my muse

As a song of motions plays through the night;

Our bodies –the instruments– creating the tune.

All I want to do is write

The anthem to our every memory,

The declaration of my love, my life,

The work of my eternity.