TheSaga

Inspired splendor mesmerizing lovestruck fool of a genius beckoned to the call of another of that like of kind of ilk of hypnotic eyes and ironic pursed lips of sweet desire driving headlong into a confection of sanguine movements in moments ill-gotten though beloved as such as it may be longed for with relentless hope lying in the palm of one who mustn't flinch to feel the rise of the tide as a rhythm of the heart and soul mating is more than flimsy misbegotten gains sure footing comes to sure of mind and body engaged in much more than bending stretching roads unfurled before the storm a calm lies lying to the innocent at heart broken glass is pretty to miserable unmentionables strewn across the floor of a silent room baring three digits rubbing fervently across the back of an unleashed beast of beauty pressed breathless to the breast of one who knows the truth and lies glowing after and then again to qualify the aching needing every second spent on the wane to confirm that fondness growing myth existing encouraged by belief and experience to understand living is like breathing if you will it happens without consent unheld by barriers conciously unconconcious unspurned unrelenting undressing sheaths of inhibition falling to the edge of the world and beyond heaven is only this emotion a blessing and curse the words of failing dreams to please the dreamer is mandatory to existence now and then handfuls of feeling tumble down gracefully on ivory flesh drenched in scents of passion drawn from the soul to the surface gasping for air to return to the depths is to want desperately to exist in the fold of the dream is a dream in itself a belief spread over tender skin like a blanket of willing flesh surpassing expression beyond yes stay here in this moment teetering on the edge of nirvana or disaster is tragic though exhilerating to catch a falling star when it tumbles nearer to the heart than the mind is only a place to keep secrets burn through in expression emotion eventual orgasm of body mind and soul searching seductress baring a heart bewitching hours tumble through cavernous tunnels toward nothing to keep an endangered spirit from danger

Where is the liberation
they told you of?
That empowerment of
being?

The bridge you crossed
does not lay broke and burning
but beckoning
welcoming your return to the
seed(y) from whence
you came