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A Poem for Cacilia


Sleepy Cacilia

I took this photo of my Sleepy Girlfriend, I like it. She is completely crazy (Just like me!) and I love her for it. Cacilia, this is for you.

A Poem for Cacilia

With you I’m in my mind,

Without you I’m out it,

A normal life need not apply,

How about we go around it,

I don’t want to fight with you,

And you don’t want to fight me,

I am your pipedream,

Living happily,

We could be two dancing freaks.

Two titled psychopaths,

Getting out of these dry clothes fast,

High blood pressure,

We laugh at killing each other’s plans.

We’re both black-belts in danger,

We’re both each other’s guardian angels,

The legs to each other’s table,

To love each other we’re both capable.

No one can stop us,

Nonsense is lost in us,

Frostbitten accosted us,

You’re so gorgeous to touch.

When life gets too much,

I’m by your side,

And when our time is up,

I’ll fight for one more night.

Is this a trick or is it love?

If it is then my heart is ripped,

And this song can be written in blood.

You can be my partner in crime,

I will lay my heart on the line,

From start to finish, I will travel through time,

Just to die at the same time.

Even through heaven or Hell,

You put a spell on my world,

For better or worse,

I fell in love with this girl’s every single detail.

Now if it was the end of us,

It would be the end of my world,

I’m in the centre of hell,

When a day passes without you,

I’m running naked in the rain,

This whole universe could slate me,

You saved me from this pain,

Someone shake him he’s crazy,

You can either love me or hate me,

This comes deep from within and still I’m falling,

I just wanted you to know you will always be my baby and I love you, I am calling.

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For The First Time


i love us

So I was contacted by a friend online, naming no names (Jessica Barley) who has read most of my work and suggested that I put my talent to the test and write a short erotic story. Well I don’t read erotic stories so I’m not sure how well I have done. 50 Shades of Grey: Eat your heart out! Tell me what you guys think.

FOR THE FIRST TIME

Let us get lost now, lost in each other. He draws his index finger from her upper knee to the tip of her hazel skirt. She stares into the infinite possibility of bliss which may or may not overcome her as she holds in a bottom-jawed quiver which could let him know her thirst for just a little more. They both echo is each other’s peepers hoping the other would eventually set the fire for them to huddle around.

There were no games, no peer-pressure and no influence here in these moments, only the expression for want and animalistic behaviour. The whole world is empty as the young man drives slowly in for a kiss of life he has been searching for. The young lady’s eyelids close gradually as her plucked eyebrows rise to the occasion of love. The creature in her ravishes out from her as she wraps one of her hands around his upper back and other clutched to his hair on the back of his head. The love game has begun folks.

They fall for not quite forever, neither one backing down to the others advancements. Slight whimpers of cherishment dissolve away into the dim corners of the bedroom. The sun beams in through a crack in the curtains and basks a warm subtle glow over the couple. They part ways for a brief moment where the young man undoes his black jeans and removes his cardinal coloured shirt and the young lady unlatches her bra and the button on the back of her skirt. They were making sure this was no clandestine act.

He scoops her head up with one hand with such a force both their faces very nearly merge together, as she has become something the young man needs for the first time. The twosome begins to refulgent over the world as the rest of their clothes fall away into the twilight of nothingness matter, because nothing matter now; no dreams, words or situations… It’s the only time where time does not exist.

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