LMNOP

Touch me,
Your muse,
Abuse and reuse.

Admire me,
Your aficionado,
Tailcoat and dancing shoes.

Unwind me,
Your demise,
Copy and paste.

Feel me,
Your stain,
White wine and glass.

Twirl me,
Your indulgence,
Slaughter and butcher.

Entice me,
Your attempt,
Anticipation and flirtatious smiles.

Convert me,
Your perception,
Trial and error.

Examine me,
Your repercussions,
Propose and let be.

Savour me,
Your last chance,
Betray and punish.

Speech.

The blinking cursor,
Patience, my darling.
Soon his muse,
You shall be.

Her voice,
Echoing your mind.
Soon she shall hold you,
And you shall control.

Wine stained tables,
Pride will tarnish,
Your name,
His name.

Her touch,
Trapped in your skin.
Soon she shall whisper,
And you shall speak.

Ink and paper,
She shall write.
Soon her letters,
You will write.

Fuming smoke,
Frustration my darling.
For you alone,
Shall wait..

Perhaps.

With cheekbones so deceiving,
A luscious lifestyle all along.
Lost in a promenade of pillows and quilts.

With lips so veteran,
Suspended by a mirage of memories.
Nauseating motel scents.

With skin so soft,
Youth almost a myth.
Tears under the shower.

With wrists so delicate,
Standing naked in reflection.
Dancing in solitude.

With eyes so mischievous,
Contemplating perilous words.
Stuffed olives and gin.

With a mind so ragged,
Priorities unnumbered.
Slumber of turbulent dreams.

Craving a touch of warmth,
Relentless frustration.
Perhaps the search must cease.

Perhaps...




...you should disappear.

Jude.

Fingers cold,
Face tarnished.

Cum stained jeans,
Far from perfection.

Silhouetted feelings,
Dismantled emotions.

Lost in the music,
Living in the reality.

Dignity non-existent,
Morality vanished.

Wisdom intact,
Maturity moderated.

Tainted skin,
Yet, far from imperfection.

Fingers numb,
Face, now, a delusion.

Dilemma..

Himself the demon,
I, myself, the apprentice;
Forgiveness unheard of.

Petit garçon,
The world shall never be yours;
Don't bother conquering.

Sinners are overrated,
Our sins unaccountable.
- Your life perilous.

Believing in a Higher Power,
My faith uninspired.
Have me in your prayers...

His agony stricken tears,
Almost paternal, perhaps maternal.
- A mere erotica.

Your eyes astray,
His hands locked in mine.
Too late my son...