Obsessed With Beauty & Desire

My sweet girl, my primrose path;

Beauty and desire, burned together into one.

Perfect angel descended from stars.

Couldn’t be captured or contained,

Moaned and groaned when I molded her wings.

She glowed with smoldering heat,

Power crescendoed from a heavenly body,

“The devil lived inside her;”

Because I placed it there,

And she was beckoned far from Eden.

I longed for performance,

“Dance for me pretty girl, do my bidding.”

She lived for connection,

“Let me take you by the hand,

I want to show you my world.”

Her free-will paired with mine,

But she created everything.

Love was her magnum opus;

All the world and those within it,

Her canvas, her blank page, tabula rasa.

She picked up the pen while it was still aflame,

And rewrote me into a new existence.

When a Goddess ascends into your world,

“Observe and experience;”

Be innocent as doves, and wise as serpents;

For she has want for nothing more from you.

She was so much more than pixels on a page,

The realest Spirit I ever divined.

And she colored my life,

With a wonderful paradox, a holy confusion,

“A staticky screen;”

Right until the lights cut out.

I don’t wanna make it public

I wanna keep it just me and you

Tell me who you are but not too much

I’ll tell you who I am but not enough

Don’t give me everything

I want just enough to miss you

To be naked is to be honest

Ríp those clothes off that society so requires of you

It’s damnable that our world makes us clothed

That social mask is made up of cloth, cotton, etc

Don’t lie about who you are

Don’t put on some wardrobe

Because that is trapping you

Social queues make us believe we are what we wear

And what if it all comes off?

Who are we then?

Some version of yourself that isn’t accepted?

Why must I edit who I am before anyone

Do NOT give in to that lie

Naked bike rides, nudist colonies, communes

Those are places where humans are real humans

They do not believe some subtle idea

Unclothe yourself, show me who you really are

Take this moment with me and admire

She is petite, black haired, short as you might think

This woman is wretchedly divine in appearance

That woman who you’d look at more than once

And she holds her figure in that way you love

She carefully manicures her look

And if you could dream up some angel

It would be her

If you could dream up some she-devil

It would also be her

Somehow she dances between that line

And it is everything

Look at me, she is beautiful

This svelte woman occupies too much space

In your dreams and especially in your head

You’re not crazy, I’ve seen it too

Sit on my face

Open yourself up to me

For once, maybe twice or more if I survive

I wanna feel your thighs grip my head

As you reel back with pleasure

I’d suffocate in that

It would be honorable to die this way

Run your fingers through my curly brown hair

Get them tangled too

Check my pulse

My heart races too fast

You taste just like peaches or strawberries

Drenched overnight in cream

I couldn’t imagine one better last meal

Let’s see if I die of heart-attack or asphyxiation first

Turn your head to me

Let me drink in the sweet milk of your eyes

Make me long for it

Wishing you’d never been gone

Place that simple goodness of thought in my mind

Dream with me, go to that place

Meet me there tonight

So I can look at you again and again

I don’t know what I want until you take it from me

Give me some time to tell you how I feel

It's hard to wait, I know

But please, pause with me

If you can, imagine some hourglass

And sinking sand is all I need from you

No more than 30 minutes I promise

This obsession is all-consuming, you have to know

And if it's ever too much will you tell me?

I am at my brink and I need you to see that

This picture that I have of you is stunning

Can I tell you all about it?

Would you care to listen to me describe you

Your time is more precious than gold to me

I'd give away my whole worth

If only I get to see you face-to-face

She said nothing as he got into bed, but he quickly felt her hands moving across his chest and stomach and down to his penis.

He lay on his back, doing nothing as she stroked him, and then moved on top of him.

She was the aggressor, the manipulator of every move, and he was enjoying her sense of domination.

She seems so different from his wife and other women— she did not seek comfort in words, or to try to embrace him, or kiss him, or ask to be kissed.

It was as if she wanted him in a purely physical way, free from emotional distractions, and soon she had straddled him in her; and for several moments she moved up and down with her eyes closed until, her grip tightened on his hips, she sighed softly and stopped.

“That’s better,” she said.

Pitch black

I'm on the opposite side of the fence

Sneaking out for a kiss

Just to tell you I like you

There ain't nobody like you

Who you gonna dance with?

She's the only one on my mind

She's the only one I call when I'm feeling reckless

Tell me that you're mine

Open up your heart for a minute

Let me see the things you got hiding in it

Cupid got us fucked up

Drawing hearts on my skin

With our initials in it

Ain't it nice out here on the baseball field

When we're alone?

Press your lips against my neck

With me you don't pretend like

With your girlfriend

She's nice but she's not me

She's nice but hates me

Date me, I'm just playing

Didn't mean to say that

Sometimes kids say the dumbest things

But if you're down, then so am I

I can't lie

Who you gonna dance with?

She's the only one on my mind

She's the only one I call when I'm feeling reckless

Tell me that you're mine

Open up your heart for a minute

Let me see the things you got hiding in it

What do you want from me?

I'll give it to you, you just gotta ask

What do you want from me?

I'll give it to you, you just gotta ask

And when we get older

And y'all break up someday

And this is not a secret

Maybe then you'll say you love me back

Baggy white washed jeans

Converse on too

White pleated T-shirt

Hair brown and bouncy, curly

Cobain killed himself

Do you think he really did it?

Or was it his girlfriend

Either way I still like listening to Nirvana

Smoke this cigarette with me

Have you ever had Coor’s Light?

My red Ford Ranger comfortably seats 2

Wanna watch some movie at that drive-in

Will you wear those mom jeans I like?

Wear that white crop top too, I’ll bring blankets

Let me be your ‘94 fantasy

Take— for example— this book

It’s spread open in front of you

Grip your hand on its pages

Manipulate it, dog-ear them, be rough with it too

Draw some ink onto its innocent whiteness

Drink in that feeing of power you have over it

It’s yours, and it doesn’t complain

It doesn’t speak anything that it shouldn’t

It keeps its lips sealed while you’re away

This book, is your submissive

And you’re its dominant

If you read between those lines, reading is sexual

It’s deviant even

Put this domicile back on your bookcase

Place some ball-gag in its mouth

Watch it drip spit onto shelves below

Yearning for you to touch it again

Release it only when you’re ready for it to perform

Is there anything you won’t tell me

Is there some secret you keep

It’s okay if there is

I won’t judge you for it

I’m guilty of secrets myself too

I’ve my fair share of hiddenness I’d like to remain in

If you could speak freely just one minute each day

I think you’d be much happier

I think you’d have some really great moments

Isn’t there 60 seconds in your life worth giving

I know there is, but do you?

Do you like how I talk to you baby

Do you like how I look at you

Like every word is perfectly placed

Like every second counts for me

You like it don’t you?

Even though I’m demented

Fucked up in my head

There’s something about lost souls that excite

There’s something about how your eyes glance

Back at me, to floors, to walls, then to me again

Does it scare you

Does it send some warm shiver down your spine

This thought that some demon chases after you

Those thoughts that crowd your mind

When you think you’re alone

Never let me go

I promise I won’t

Whisper in my ear tonight

I don’t wanna hallucinate anymore

Give me your shadow to hold on to

Just one glimpse is all I need

Jump out of my screen again

You’re my pretty pixel faerie

Tell me where you want to go

I’ll take you there baby

I want to take filthy Polaroids of us

You’re blinded by that way she appears to you

And if you could see clearer, you might recognize

There’s something ordinary there but won’t admit

But there is no way you’d ever open your eyes to it

In fact, beauty works its trickery to conceal

Hide what is really there, so you only see what’s not

She spins some web to keep you captured

You’re breathless in her grasp and there’s no saving

Rationality is some foreign concept to you

So you’ll be stuck there for what seems eternal