passion, pleasure and pain

he was hitting me from the back

the slap was like a crack

she was moving up and down

holding my chest for balance

rode the surfboard, while her waters drowned me

he grabbed the roots of my hair

and didn’t care about my moans

he didn’t speak but his body did

she didn’t speak but her body did

hips moving, lip biting, arm grabbing, heavy breathing

my sun went down her skyline, she was filled with darkness

he put his vascular hands around me

his thumbs near my jugular veins

his pleasure p pleased me and left me filled

equal parts passion, pain and pleasure

her tongue spoke to me, from northern lips to south pole

she was a cannibal, stuffed with human meat

my milkshake was her tasty treat

our souls joined in one

his moon, her sun

bodies joined in natures dance

the passion, pleasure and pain 

 

 

The Tired Sky

Waking up in a haze of this foggy life

Sit and ponder the night before

looking back as my liver cries

the red bleeding out of my marijuana eyes

staring out of the window into distant skies

seeing nothing

but an everlasting cycle of wins of loses

the loses outweigh the victories

and most would quit the game

truth is we are not the same

when the wind blows and the clouds clear

a more beautiful star appears

The moon which had my gaze

Is gone, covered in a foggy haze

the stars

oh, so many beautiful stars it pains me

to stick to one. It might be

better to see the full sky

but committing to one is a hard buy

A hard sell, because it’s too late my time is done

Tired of constellations, time to have only one