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I can still remember the way your body used to be softly shown under the cover of darkness, i can still feel your jaw brush againt my cheekbone as i dove in to kiss that delicate neck. Sudden murmurs become a prayer as if in a abandoned sistine chapter, angelic voices whisper a chant of lust as i lean in and take your lips into mine, i press hard, i nearly draw blood and in mere seconds, i can taste my own blood, heavy breathing, heart palptating, the room becomes more dense, it becomes more full, not as empty as it was before. I can still feel my arms tremble as i enclosed my arms around you and i can still remember how beautiful you looked. I feel a beast crawl out of my body reaching towards you, trying to find a way into your exoskeleton, reach your very heart, pounding and alive and if it can, it'll swallow it whole. I can still remember how you overtook every single molecule in my body, how the carnal velocity elevated instantly when i reached foward and plunged my fingers into your scalp, i still remember your gaze, petrified yet intrigued, as if you have never lain with a creature of the night like me before. I still remember how i found your breasts and fondled them, and i could feel your heart rebelling against your chest, as if it needed to break free. I still remember, the way you needed to scream, yet you couldn't, it was unbearable, almost painful as i marked my territory over your young body. Thuds, as silent as the darkest nights only could be heard as i entered your cavern, it was ripe for the picking, i still remember a wave rushing over me, it washed me away, further into you i fell and i leaned into you, for my life depended on it; i was reaching new heights and i was taking you with me, i still remember the way the moonlight caught your eyes in that exact moment, the light had peeked from behind the curtains and your left eye was visible, ablaze with emotions, drooping heavily from the ectasy of the moment. I still remember the grip on my thighs as if, if i let go you'd fall into a heaping mess on the mattress, i still remember your command and i was an obediant servant , i dove deeper and i remember the way i gripped your sides and nearly sent us flying into the atmosphere, i still remember the look you gave me, purity, raw honesty at how you made yourself vulnarable to me and i would take you to the top as i see fit, i still remember that i had an emotion that was so heavy in my chest as i slammed my truth into you, a truth that would live inside you till death, it would course through your veins and it will settle upon your very breathe. I remember the way tears welled up in my eyes as you gripped my arms and the whole world stopped, there was no noise of the cars outside, and i remember the way you looked at me as if you have been baptised by all four elements in that very moment. I still remember the warm tears speckling your chest as i rested my head over your heart and i felt currents sweeping me under, i could hear harps tingle away into a far distance and i remember i swore that till my death i would love you and honour you. I still remember you tangled up in me after i laid down beside you and i could feel us building an invisible shield to protect us both, i still remember you sighing the words I Love You, as you drifted off into slumber, i could still remember the way i kissed your luscious locks and held you so tight i could have broken your ribcage, for in that sparse second, i had left my soul on your porcelain skin, it is there now, residing and taking care of my most profound love. I still remember thinking of the love you give me , of the joy you give me of the hurt we have surpassed. I still remember, all of it.

I look into your beautiful eyes and i see such gentleness it stirs me awake. I feel your soft touch and a fire starts burning deep within. I hear your kind voice and i feel settled again. I hear you say I Love You and its a phrase i have grown to hear and i have learnt to believe. Before those three words were empty to me, of no value, of no significance, of no truth. But now it has. I let the words linger on the tip of your tongue before i swallow them whole and i let them settle on the pit of my stomach and they grow, the grow like a might oak as you say it, day after day after day. I love seeing you close your eyes before we go to sleep and i love seeing you asleep the moment i open my eyes the next morn. I love welcoming you home each evening and i hate leaving you before daybreak. You have shown me madness and strength, laughter and tears, and i always learn around you, i always do. You might not know this but each and every day i try to show you different ways of how much i love you, how much i am obsessed by the thought of us two together yet i let you grow, for a flower cannot grow between glass, it needs the sun and the air and the torrents of rain for it to grow and that is what you do. Each moment you never fail to make me feel like a little boy, discovering secret treasure, i shall not tarnish it. Only keep it safe from the theives who threaten to steal that golden heart of yours. I never can get used to the softness of your skin, how calm i feel, how erotic it is when i hear you sigh sleepily before you drift off to slumber. I wear your ring with pride, with honour , with excitement, for i found someone i can trust with my deepest darkest secret. I found the One and here she is, beside me. Onr Year, 11 months of an adventure, how we grew up already and we shall grow more and more. I love you. Forever it shall be you! truthfully, magnificently, contently, Yours.

a salty tangy breeze floats lazily all around me. The sun is setting and all i feel is the softest lull of the water linking to the pier.. what silence. what serenity. what tranquility. I wonder how ill ever feel this tranquil inside, for all i see lately is storms and i hear battle cries and fire and destruction. i wonder if ill ever feel the peace of a gentle undercurrent pulling me down, to caress me in a soft waterbed, yet i have fought each current to no avail, i have nearly drowned countless times. What is a man without his ink and paper? what is a man without his expression. He is nothing and i was nothing. how to quell the fire that swept over my entire system and made me forget the fountain of youth that dwells deep within my very soul? Long have i screamed, in terror, in anger, in desperation for the dirty waters of delusion and sad thoughts, of command and of arrogance, of jeers and hatred? How could a creature of the water like myself be swept in a hurricane and i found myself slamming into the cold hard ground with no air in my lungs. The water confides in me, it tells me of secrets and tales, it speaks in a haze of codes and patterns of noises and i lull like a small boat on its harmony. The softest touch i used to have, before it turned into moss, sleepy and frightful everything slipped right out of my fingers. What is a son of Water to do? when two other sons of Water have co ntrol over a daughter of Air? A different stream runs in my blood, a stream of kindness, honesty and love. I am the son of the Black Sea, for my blood runs deep like as the sea flows into the river Danube. I am the Son of a Sea whose name is a figure of speech, for the water where i was born is caresses the very fibres of your soul, hanging of your lungs like lemon honey drops. Pour a silver bucket of Black Water over the ugly flames, demonic and furious, Jealous and Childish. Pour it out as it burnt your whole forest of morals, beliefs and truth .Put it out before you become like the other Sons Of water, for they are Mediterranean, and you are Romanian.Let the gentle water heal your scabs, purify those horrifying burns. Let the cold air of the early evening give you strength inside your very Bones... Let it help you grow and tower your dungeon and seal it shut. This is what the sea told me.. and and his Son.. this is what i must do.

sweet cinammon and an energy rush through to my head. the noise falls out, the lights grow darker and brighter, the announcer on the t.v. starts to sounds distorted. I see you, only you. Being a whiskey girl i never thought id taste this drink again, i had taken your drink alone many years ago yet now, now all i feel and breathe and remember is you. Alone in a bar, all i think about is you. The way you stare into space as the clogs in your head work and turn. The way you lie asleep, your lids heavy, your breathing slow and steady. Another shot, some more energy drink and i wallow in you, deeper and deeper i shall think, i think sometimes, i dont even know how much i love you, but i know i sure as hell do not show it as much. Being as i am with you, i always am scared to death that in one way or another you will leave. Yet Goddamn, you are such a beautiful creature. You, beautiful, wholesome, vivacious, ferocious you, you have bewitched me into an enchantment, one that i know will never, not into a million years, be broken. You have captivated my attention from day one and all i see... is you. All i know..... is you. Your eyes... oh heaven up above those eyes.. i take you all in and you are Aphrodite, Athena, Artemis all rolled into one and was born in the 20th Century. Your body, your body is bliss, yet what had been hooked under your spell, was your heart and your soul and the inner workings of your mind. Darling, ever so sweet and kind with a dash of madness, Angel of love sent from Olympia above, you have taken me prisoner under your spell like countless others yet i swear, on my own life l, that i will always want to be your slave, empress of strength, princess of insanity, you have consumed me and i will be honoured, to deteriorate in the name of love. i breathe you, every single second of the day; if only you knew how, beautiful vision, forgive me, yet i am ready to worship you, forever and again and again and again. Let me love you, as i only know how. Let me adore you, in the only way i know how. Let me be your secret and not so secret admirer. Let me ravage you first then hold you gently in my arms later, let me kiss your eyes and nose and smile at you, for you are a masterpiece, created by the Sicilian and Maltese greats, carved into alabastor skin and a proud greek nose and a body made up of sin and purity. Let me worship the very ground you set foot upon, let me be your all time lover, till infinity and beyond all time. I am drunk off of you my countess of integrity, my mistress of passion, and i never, intend to get sober.

if you were to open me up with a thin blade, right where my heart should be, you would find a book. its bound and locked, by heavy chains, and it has a silver keyhole. the cover of this book has your name and mine embedded on it with fine golden strands, the finest of gold. Its our story, our unfinished love saga. You would read so many chapters. ones that show our adventures, others on when we made love, others when we fought. others when we sat in silence with hearts so heavy they weighed us down six feet under. youd find colours emerging from our book, pink hues dancing with blue undertones in a wisp of red velveteen rose covered glasses.

The insurmountable pain creeps along the back of my neck, towards my jaw locking it shut. The screams of rage travel back down making each heartbeat resonate mutely. acutely.

the words that used to be written by strong fingers seem to be locked inside withered hands now.