thePoeticJarsh

Is the moon falling or is desire tempting me? Is there a new light burning bright through the darkness? Can I, with this light, be one? -JOP-

A desire to pleasure. A desire to tease. A desire to bring her to her knees. A desire to love. A desire to hold. A desire to warm her when she is cold. -------------------------------- Her beautiful smile under the sky. Her gasp and twitch when I kiss her thigh. Her skin flushed red as we push ahead. Our hearts ablaze, physical praise. -------------------------------- Heavy breaths and curled toes. We’re face to face, and nose to nose. Warm flesh, wet kiss. This intimate moment will be missed. -------------------------------- Trembling hands and shaky knees. Every inch and stroke to please. Bit lips, strong grips. Perfect rhythm with our hips. -------------------------------- A desire to pleasure. A desire to tease. A desire to bring her to her knees. A desire to love. A

The stream was fine and the connection was clear yet the quality faded every year. The messages buffered and took longer to synch and the connection was lost before I could blink. -JOP-

01 Twenty-Seven 02 Twenty-seven years from Heaven 03 But how many are from Hell? 04 This life I’ve lived 05 But mostly died. 06 A life I’ve thrived 07 And also cried. 08 Twenty-seven years from Heaven 09 But how many are from Hell? 10 The bullets dodged 11 The bottles downed. 12 How many times 13 Have I been drowned? 14 Twenty-seven years from Heaven 15 But how many are from Hell? 16 The people lost 17 And people gained. 18 How many lives 19 Have I pained? 20 Twenty-seven years from Heaven 21 But how many are from Hell? 22 The want to end 23 And the want to be. 24 I can’t pretend 25 To just kill me. 26 Twenty-seven years from Heaven 27 But how many are from Hell? -JOP-

Lady Mara, see this soul and guide them with your light. Draw them home to your embrace and save them from the night. Keep them close and guide their path as their soul moves on. Welcome them into your arms and keep them from Oblivion.

Sometimes, it scares me how close the bullet really is. How quickly a thought could become action and how quickly a life could be snuffed out. Like a little candle flame, I flit about. Burning day in and day out in denial that a simple gust could blow me out. And yet, my little flame still burns. Despite the storms and the winds and the shot in the distance. I remember there's a bullet with my name and it yearns for its mark but the winds of fate have kept it away. Neither my hands nor my breath will put out this flame for I will not be behind the trigger. -JOP-