FORGOTTEN RHYTHMS!!!

I had forgotten,

Forgotten what it was to love, until her smile shattered the walls I had built up around my heart...

Forgotten first the rhythm of my name,

Until the touch of her voice set form to my thoughts, her gift my sense of purpose, her regard a gift of life...

I had forgotten...

Forgotten what it was to sleep without fear, and wake without the numbness of despair beseeching me, Until she embraced me and led me by the hand into the sweet bosom of her heart....

Automation; walking as one dead,

I had forgotten the joy; the feel of sunshine caressing my skin as the wind delivers a cool kiss against my sweat-slicked skin,

Until she woke my body to life, with the enchanting blessing of her decadently rousing and sensuous caress…

But before that, breath was lost to me,

For I had forgotten how to breathe, until her lips stole my breath with the divine agony of a sweet enchanting kiss...

I had forgotten...

Forgotten so much

                -everything- 

Slowly fading, to lose myself within the brooding silence of the dark,

I had forgotten even the form of self,

Spirit unraveling in a fetid wind of misery until her embrace enfolded me as a womb,

Reversing the dissolution of my soul, as it hardened the essence of my heart…

Lost in a labyrinth of darkness,

I had forgotten the luminous nature of light,

Until she graced me with the gift of her beauty,

And blessed me with the lucent radiance of her remarkable smile…

But first she reminded me...

Reminded me how to smile, for even that I had forgotten; by stroking the harp strings of my soul,

She tickled the laughter from my heart, and so my soul flowered in her glory, precious jewel blossoming in her light…

Cast adrift; wayward footsteps fumbling on a broken and pitted road leading nowhere,

I had forgotten what it was to love,

Until she gave me the gift of her spirit,

Serenading me with the song of her soul,

A goddess descending from heaven in answer to the unvoiced plea of my heart…

Like a cast stone, causing a circular wave of motion in the still heart of a pond,

She breathed into me the power of her will,

Awakening feelings of forgotten pleasures, like a warm breeze gently rippling upon my skin…

To relish the seductive temptation of her touch, the rich bouquet of her beauty,

For I had forgotten how it was to feel,

Until the stroke of her desire awoke the song lying buried within my heart,

To blossom like a flower within the bright light of her radiant soul…

I had forgotten the steal bite of pain, although the memory of it yet remain,

Forgotten agony, though not the bitter tears it brings,

Forgotten loss, but not how it tears and scores the heart…

I had forgotten how to speak,

For what use of speech when one is trapped in a dark realm of loneliness,

Forgotten all, until…

The blessing of her spirit injected a ray of luminescence into the darkened tomb of my soul…

Devoid of reason, of feeling of life, I had forgotten even my name,

Until she gifted it to me on the whispered breath of her passion,

A cherished gift, for with the return of my name, she’s given me reason,

Returned memories to the home of the mind,

A building heat like the swelling pressure in the heart of a volcano,

A burning weight, the strength of which keeps me grounded in the liquid furnace of her regard,

The sound of her bright laughter is like thunder ringing in my heart,

A blaze of glory; a living light of effervescent grace pulling at the weft of my heart,

Stretching my thoughts within the crucible of her eloquent elegance and the sanctity of her radiant soul...

Possessed of an allure which fires the blood and a beauty which makes a sin of purity,

A shimmering body of loveliness, breathtaking in the scope of her exquisiteness,

The sweep of her graceful curves a fire set upon the kindling of my desire,

Transparent innocence of purpose carried against the minds blinded intent,

The birth of passion given license to immerse myself within the body of truth which verily informs her heart with the rhythm of my love,

A love born from the seed of her touch…

Informs her soul of my need, her spirit of my yearnings,

Informs the bruised petal of her flesh with the ache of my awakened hunger,

A revelation implicit; the value held in the curtained whisper of her name which like her laughter is like thunder ringing in my heart...

Where the mercy of her touch devours me...

Shatters me; a force to rive mountains splitting the very firmament of the night,

Stirring the passion which beats within the heart to take wing and fly,

To burst from the breast; a soul taking flight upon the spirited wings of love,

Soaring like a kiss to whet the appetite,

To drink of her lips; a consuming fire of need,

An aching touch of deliverance visited upon the devout, affections tendered to the promise which lies like a translucent jewel in the warmth of her heart... 

For whichever way I look, whichever way I turn, I am lost to her love,

For in her glory lies the companion of my dreams,

An eddy of mist sucked inwards through the weave and weft of the soul to lodge firmly in the open wound of my heart,

The heat of it

  -thoughts touched by the enchanted glamour of her splendor-

Spreading through my blood,

Vagrant wisps a dance of possibilities amidst the turbulent music of the heart,

Closed in tight upon myself like a desert flower against the heat of the day,

I reach towards the cool touch of her spirit,

The light of love which brightens her eyes,

The haven of her embrace found in the silken caress of her bright laughter,

Memories returned like shadows tracking through my mind…

Yes, I had forgotten...

Forgotten so much…

Until the magic of her touch...

Awakened me to life...

Richard 'Poetikz' Burton
01/14/2011

HEART OF MY LOVE!!!

(Dedicated to my dear friend Amanda “acushla” Lima)

LISTEN to the silence of the night,

let it sooth you; sibilant whisper of its secrets breathed upon the sigh of the wind,

feel the billow as it fills the sails of a ship built of light...

built of emotions running high to traverse an ocean of darkness,

to sail through this storm of intent and brave the becalmed promises left to echo in the void of my soul,

cast adrift to drown in uncertainty,

yet kept afloat by a glimmer which is hope...

whisper of the wind funnelled into the earthly manifestation of faith...

Faith; a fount of mystery that cannot be seen,

cannot be touched,

but that surely must exist,

like love -defined emotion of consummate power,

remaining hidden until the heart is given sight with which to embrace it,

for even through the pain it of’times brings,

love like knowledge is better for touching,

better for feeling,

better for knowing, than living in ignorance...

So allow me to puzzle through the lock which is your heart,

piece by piece take it apart to find the secrets stored within

-the hot searing heat of your love-

- the slow caressing embrace of your touch-

- the sensual rhythms of your dreams-

dreams which sparks a keening note of hunger throughout my heart...

Let me be the key which opens your heart,

the intent which invest your soul in a burst of savoury colours,

a kaleidoscope of tastes spinning along the weft of your spirit,

senses billowing,

snapped taut by the howling wind of my fervour,

a rising gale of kindled passions,

for you are my joy and my serenity,

joy of the day; a golden ray of sunlight caught within my heart,

serenity of the night; grace of argent moonbeams like cast enchantments,

blossoming within my soul...

THE vibrant lustre of your beauty is lit from within,

lit by an effervescence of joy which tracks it's way like a winding river,

to find a home at rest within my heart,

that vibrancy; ardent flare of stately grace… evocative simplicity,

an eloquent touch which caresses my soul,

it calls to me,

sings an hypnotic chord of radiance, roosting like a dove within my heart...

Your regard is as a robe of soft sensuality,

embracing me in the silken caress of your elegant grace,

for it is within you to temper the steel rod of my love,

within the beating treasure which is your heart,

for there is a power in your touch,

a power akin to the golden bright wonder of the sun, that reaches beyond the dictates of the flesh,

reaches beyond the hungry kisses and the sweat-slicked cries of passion,

reaches beyond spirited desire and the heart pounding fragrance of sweet arousal...

It reaches beyond the known and opens like a revelation-

a blossoming rose of adulation- at the center of the stream of time,

that there is great contentment to be found in love,

and joy in the sharing...

in gifting your heart to another...

A certain magic there is in this miracle called love,

a miracle that refreshes,

makes the world brighter,

sharpens the mind and breathes life into the spirit of the soul...

YOUR love is a vessel of purity,

it embraces with the sonorous effervescence of euphonious sound,

it is a song of warmth embracing my heart,

a sense of imminence quickening my soul as you look into the liquid depths of my warm brown eyes,

lost in the power;

lost within the cadent flow of your searing solicitude,

heart filled with happiness at the patent joy evinced in the shining laughter of your beauty,

the eloquence of her smile

-radiant glory-

as it burns a path of pleasure to my heart...

I am uplifted,

a feeling of wonder embracing my heart,

lifted by the luminous grace of your touch,

I feel the blossoming flower of truth opening its rosy petals within my soul,

feel the spirit of light; a twisting rainbow corona stretching forth in perpetuity between you and me,

feel the burgeoning growth of warmth spreading its roots throughout my body,

spiritual ardour wedded to the seductive intimacies of the flesh,

it lies rooted in the fertile soil of my soul,

flowering to life within the sensual bower of my heart,

bearing the ripe sweet fruit of our love,

from two into one indivisible, soul-touched heart to heart...

LOVE is like a glimmer of hope; a light-

offered to alleviate the darkened threshold of the night,

it stirs the heart with a promise,

a miraculous weaving of grace and desire,

of passion and wonder,

the appeal of a sensual beauty dancing in the wind of my fervour...

A beauty that glows,

rapturous eyes which beckons; an enchanted portal,

overflowing with the luminesce of your spirit,

a sorceress with threads of glamour trailing from your soul,

ropes of enchantment driven by the will of her heart,

a summoning to draw me into the warmth of her embrace,

and I,

as a river flowing like liquid gold before the breath of your passion,

the scale of your belief carrying the breadth,

the scope of my faith,

to pull me from this waking darkness to walk with you within a dream of spun light,

where the stars are a shining glory,

ringing us within the celestial song of a night pregnant with hope,

carried on the sweet taste of your love...

THOUGHTS of you cause smiles to spring eternal upon my lips, laughter...

a rain of sunshine pouring its incandescent light into my soul,

like a slit; a break in this wall of darkness called the night,

to let slip through the rising ardour of my desire,

my dreams a constant,

rich with the golden spirit of your beauty,

your lips holding the soft seductive blush of a flowering rose,

your smile, a voluptuous touch of wonder caressing my soul-

with the exalting kiss of your affections,

You are as lovely as the glistening jewels which grace the tenuous fabric of the night sky,

the stars a fitting counterpoint to the breathtaking enticement of your elegance and charm...

the fantasy of my heart; a dream touched of a beauty which smoulders,

kindled by the radiant glow… the exquisite glamour of your pulchritude,

rising like a silken chorus of ravishing temptation,

to assail the walls I've built up about my heart,

glowing with a sensuous light,

provocative...

the fires of your allure,

the gentle warmth of your regard flickering iridescently,

tiny motes of stars birthed from the captivating nexus of your eyes...

My inamorata,

suffused with the blazing fire of my amore,

glowing with a refined taste sweet upon the tongue of my passions,

you charm me with evocative silences,

… as the whispered flow of your voice enchants,

soothes with the peace held in your soul,

… as you fire the tumescent rise of my desire,

lush with the sybaritic appetites of the earth,

you spin moonlight of seduction upon the fervid heart of my spirit,

you pull me into the pulsing womb of your soul,

smooth as the velvet lining of a glove,

sweet the ecstatic rapture of your embrace,

succulent the touch of your essence…

as our lips lock in an ardent kiss...

My love,

remember that as long as I am,

so too are you,

for as my heart beats,

know that it beats for you,

the weft of my soul sewn upon the loom of your heart!!!

Richard 'Poetikz' Burton

12/12/12

WITHIN THE HEART OF MY FEARS!!!

The wise man fears, but does not allow that fear to master him, does not allow the ingrained habits of the mind to mold his body into a sculpture of living torment, does not allow fear to shape his thoughts into prevarications leading blindly into despair; an utter absence –abnegation- of light, as a terrible darkness descends to fog the heart in a formless blanket of misery, the shadows bleeding forth tendrils of night, infecting the day with an aphotic darkness… a Cimmerian landscape of unassailable desolation, a mortally dark injury to the soul, torn and open -laceration of pathos- wound raggedly pulsing, bleeding anguished clouds of blood across the night black indifference of the sky… the wise man does not inhale, but exhales in a searing gasp of pain all his trepidation, concerns and pressures, like smoke to disperse upon the bruised air of…

                                                                        *****

Memories, like still waters they lie seductively deep, occluding my mind with the shadows of thoughts which burns with a provocative tension, a spinning vortex; the unrelieved reflection of oblivion… leaving me feeling lifeless and drained, afflicted with a enervating lethargy of the soul, the eviscerating touch of fear like torn tatters of cloth – emotions fluttering furtively in a futile attempt not to be noticed, but to glide through life in haze of unformed expectations… It’s a sort of death this, of writhing shadows, the alienation of the self, a suicide of the spirit, ignorance standing tall and dark beneath the unseeing eyes of stars which sparkle like frozen tears in the limitless expanse of the sky above, by their feeble glow one can see the bruised skin of a body upon which fate has taken its toll, fickle mistress; providence, who with a festering smile of temptation seduces one into a gloaming eternity of loneliness, a desolate awareness… an unfathomable silence filled with the crying souls of memories, the choked dreams of a stillborn reality, it elicits a febrile longing in the heart, the scent of beauty exhaled like smoke to disperse upon the bruised air of the…
                                                                        *****

Heart… a sombre affair lacerated by the flagellant whispers of a mind caught in the grip of nightmares... images half seen, flashes and glimpses disappearing like shadows broken on the anvil of the rising sun, of sadness and loss, and the greatest loss of all… that of love, a lonely flame wailing silently against the throbbing pressures of the dark, a stooping bird of prey graceful as the fall of night, hurtling down to smother with raven wings of despair the fitful flicker of the heart, it flays the soul with beak and talons of bleak sodden doom; a gloom-filled  dirge of exhilaration, bloated moan an anguished cry of pain winging forth like a startled flock of birds scattering on the wind, it scores the mind with the sullen rage of memories, thoughts like bloated spiders laying poisoned eggs of longing, fat with the virulent intoxication of hopelessness, infected with the ugly -night-black blisters of jaundiced faith- suppurating within the bitter wounds of the heart, sorrow an infestation blanketing the soul, weeping tears of loneliness unto the silken breast of the night as I lay engulfed... engulfed in a deafening deluge of silence, reaching blindly forth for that which is lost… reaching forth for a sense of completeness… of healing, sense of self stretched into an infinite moment of pain, a feral existence of numb detachment seared with a burning brand of despair, a sighing wave of nausea  easing like a knife through my ribs to caress my heart with the sharpened steel of trepidation, for living… living is a deliberate process, a deliberate process of will, to flee from the passage of days which stalks my steps with an implacable determination, breath of intent filling the ponderous heart, gravid; blackened with the tar of a mournful melancholy… like a lover holding me close, breath of her kiss exhaled like smoke to disperse upon the bruised air of my…

                                                                             *****

Fears… It’s a primal affectation this fear, a living creature of grasping claws and slavering hunger, a lubricious embrace of the dark squeezing with a jagged blast of terror, a silent whisper of exquisite dread caressing my soul, impregnating my heart with a cruel brutality, the sharp taste of a bituminous power beyond all reasoning… Yet for all the depths of gloom, for all the frightful tremors which cascades through my heart like a waterfall of icy daggers raping my heart with its jagged fear, it holds a touch of seduction as well, a profound revelation held within the coalescing dream… the vision of my desires, the acuity of her swaying hips a bruised sensuality of bludgeoned bliss, creeping strands of rapacious lasciviousness webbing me within the heat of passions hold, curvaceous form a benediction of grace, the sinuous lines of her beauty embracing as tight as the coils of a serpent as I loose myself within the perfumed breast of this libidinous promise; a sultry gift, voluptuous rise of the pregnant moon to greet my lips – deceptively sweet the breathtaking innocence of her charms, the veiled gaze of salacious hunger, the predatory half-smile which curves her lips, eyes a smouldering brand of fire searing me to the soul… The night is like a dark mistress of seduction, seducing, beguiling, caressing with a honeyed tongue; trailing a path of sweetness upon my flesh, teasing…. stroking, embracing me within the delicious warmth of her beauty, the kiss of her womb a moist intoxication, sultry velvet sheath holding me immersed within the sensual rhythm of her body as I succumb, surrender; melt into the nuanced tones of bliss she plays upon my heart… Perhaps that is the real torment of this tortured despair which I feel wrapping me in a chill blanket of sophoric languor, that by succumbing to the darkness, I indulge the provocative vice… the evocative nature of my hidden fears, indulge my most licentious desires; the wanton kiss of the womb-dark night, as addictive as the viscous syrup of the milk of poppies, it rules my passions, compelling dreams of debauched lust  -concupiscent- enticing; forbidden fruit, ripe and  succulent, swelling to fill the yearnings of my heart, to fill my dreams... fingers of the mind gently parting her flesh, the tongue of my desire licking with increasing hunger the sweet juices which explodes with narcotic intoxication upon the taste buds of my soul ; lustrous delectation the taste of her upon my lips, as I inhale, filling my lungs with the delectable bouquet of the sultry night, the alluring perfume which grace her breast, exhaled like smoke to disperse upon the bruised air of my…

                                                                     *****

Desires… The swelling tumescence of my appetites unfettered, consuming all before it like a firestorm burning with the aching pain of need, pressing in from all sides it obliverates my safe haven, the halo of will preserved deep in the darkest recessed of my soul, pulsing like the rhythmic wash of the sea, the tide ebbing … always ebbing, as if to the erratic beat of my heart, a heart swollen with a storm of grief ; narcotizing waves of anguish leaving me forsaken, thoughts flown like chaff in the wind, all that’s left  to me is the bitter ashes of hunger and the debilitating agony of inclement lust, an unstoppable momentum, inertia set in motion, caught by a powerful riptide of darkness and flung into the boiling maelstrom of a bottomless ocean, trapped by currents of debauched decadence, broken upon waves of salacious intent, drowning beneath the chill waters of a voracious lassitude, sinking into the gloom-filled depths of a blistered consciousness, of blackness; the dark pull of thoughts inhaled through the nostrils, splashing unto the throat to choke the silent plea of the heart, filling me until I become one with it, a lurid creature of calignosity, soul warped by hammering waves of memories which sweeps me further and further into the nights womb-like embrace, collapsing in small incremental moments of intense pain, into an engorged necrosis which robs me of all volition as it binds my will in unyielding bands of –blood-steel, incarnadined froth of profligate sensuality occluding my senses with a throbbing urge… a haunted yearning of ecstasy flooding through my blood, an eternity caught within a single breath… to luxuriate in… absorbs with a devouring desire, the saccharine welcome of silken flesh, like a rose; petals unfolding to greet the thrusting presence of –my- dark, brooding regard… Passion a shiver of delight licking at my bones, desire resonating with the explosive force of a thunderstorm, tempest driven ardour inhaled upon the profligate mastery of a kiss, tumescence throbbing as I enter her with an exactingly excruciating slowness, moving with a marvel of grace as I slip inside the reliquary of her pleasure, thrusting deep filling her with the seeds of my hunger, riding the rampant emotions of my fears in the vain hope that I will find absolution… Entombed within the bower of my own failings there is a feeling as if I’m floating, an incorporeal phantasm of the body, a spirit untethered from the soul, the physical world a haze of fog blown away on the fetid breath of my despair, where the only things which exist is fear and desire, the conscience making no distinction between the two as they weave a potent pattern of rapacious virulence within my heart, sniping at the mind with shaped charges of debauched dreams , eviscerating my soul with a sword of hedonistic lust, the naked night holding a stilled breath of anticipation like an aroused lover eager to be filled with the seeds of my passion, for I have given in to the inevitable, found a measure of peace in the unrelieved darkness setting like the dying light of an overcast day, given in to the temptation of the provocative dusk; deep, rich and alluring as the voice of memories sounding within my ear, memories sharp as a knife, cutting like the whisper of the north wind holding the jagged edge of winters chill, a howling gale of enervating languor battering my soul, thoughts like cast spears… razor tips piercing my mind, letting in a flowing numbness, a suppurating river of darkness slowly spreading to shroud my awareness in a pooling miasma of pain, and within the threshold of my pain… of my fears, I come to realize that darkness yet is a gift of the light… and I surrender totally to the night, dark with a delicious desire which tempts my soul, a formless dance of fears chained to memories which within dreams are made flesh, where the first step is a searing pirouette of grace birthed within the mind; thoughts given form… the second step a sweeping caress of passion burgeoning through the heart, heavy with the sinuous movement of sensuousity; the caress of a seductive embrace leading to the third step… a sharp tingle of pleasure coursing through me, the sultry breath of a kiss leaving me dazed upon a licentious aria of lush arousal, where dreams become reality and memories are but the fuel which feeds the fire of my needs… And I feel it, feel the coiled spring of anticipation thrumming through my veins, a torrid wave of sexual energy; the tense hunger of desire throbbing… eagerly thrusting with dark rectitude… eager to touch… eager to taste of her swollen –silken- lips, sudden flare; splash of moonlight like an ejaculate of the night pooling upon the sheen of sweat oiling our merged -merging- flesh, divine… the set of her lips, the smooth enchanting velvet feel of her body, an endless moment frozen in my mind, seen again and again through the window of my soul; a dream conjured by my endless longing, of interlocked limbs straining against each other in an intricate dance of copulation, gasping breath inhaled in a rising fervour of lust, exhaled upon a breasting wave of pleasure… like smoke to disperse upon the bruised air of my…

                                                                       *****

Conscience… A woven cord of silk wound around my neck, a haunting melody; mournful howl cast upon the air like a dirge to be carried by the wind, blown by the scouring sands of torment into the echoing sorrows of the soul, to fill this vast silence which beggars the night, a silence made up of a vast and terrible fear, a pleading ache of longing which floods the air with a palpable tension, knowing in my heart that my dreams are as dust in the wind, for the fear which binds me is greater than my need, better if the love I feel stay buried, still… perhaps better if it had never been, for love is a weakness, upon dying it turns to hate, or worse; it is resurrected as a rage which cannot be stopped, turned in upon itself, it becomes savage, a flame which flares into the consuming roar of a conflagration, a raging inferno decimating all before it, where compassion becomes a bottomless hole of darkness, a loathing envy of all that is lost feeding the odium appetites of  encroaching nightmares ensconced within the heart, a storm of darkness; thunderous glare of a midnight tide totally eclipsing all light within the soul, rising and falling… weaving a calignous spell of rage onto the spirit, leaving anger like ruin to run like blood through the veins, and loss like sweat to leak from the pores of the body in rank stink of fear, where revenants of lust, of desire born of the bitter taste of desperation catches at me with implacable talons of dread, the sharp tangential caress of the dark a bruising contact of certitude and self-delusion, an embrace of bitter bliss and the sweet coppery taste of aching misery, revenants of detached eroticism poisoned indifference infecting my thoughts, creeping through my mind with the sinuous ease of a panther stalking its prey, fangs bared to savage the throat in a debauched glory of decadent gore, poised to rend and tear the flesh in a frenzy of wanton rage, rage distilled of all reason, pure… unsullied by the detritus of clinging emotions, a dark bruise pulsing with the hauteur of memories which abrade my dreams with the caustic bite of night -fears- mares, revenants possessing me; holding me the heated thrall of emotional bondage as they caress my awareness with a rabid and malicious touch, my blood heated beginning to rise, to embrace this sinister beauty -dark flower- enchanted by the whispered caress of a dark seduction, provocative it hides within the heartbeat of my own fears, massaging my conscience with hands of fire until my thoughts are crisped to ashes which scatter on the faintest breath of the wind, yet still she appears… lush and full-figured, blossoming upon the field of my despair, a noose of silk ever tightening, shooting a thrill of ecstasy through my body, appealing with the saporous taste of dauntless intemperance it stirs the lifeblood of my ardour, sets it flowing in a crimson river of sanguine imminence, the lethal menace of a sybarites hunger, the steely-eyed glint of an all-encompassing passion, aphotic desires of a Cimmerian night… it is both terrible and wonderful, an erotic torment of lubricious dread, it impales me to the core of my soul, impregnates me with a vast reservoir of power; invasively sweet, dark with a luscious malignancy slicing into the secret recesses of my heart, body responding to this epicurean urge, growing sensitized to the sultry ecstasies of the night, tumescent arousal hard with the hedonistic flush of orgiastic pleasure, luxuriating in the carnal release… the libidinous flavour… the narcotic taste… desiderate manifestation of a dream slowly rising from the stormy depths of my sub consciousness, the ghost of memories laying siege to my heart… And the noose snaps taut, silken weave tight upon the throat of my thoughts, strangling with brutal efficiency the last vestiges of effervescent wonder… of love… the burden of my heart, leaving behind an unassailable hunger; vibrant intoxication, the exultant triumph of my arousal throbbing in blissful agony, stroked by the velvet lips of the night, pulsing in naked supplication, sheathed firmly within the womb of my desire… dark need, thoughts mired in a haze of wanton licentiousness, longing casting a spell of possession upon my soul, for all are at the mercy of that which lies in the -dark- silent oasis of the mind, a lascivious devourer lying in wait… an invisible trap stealthily set to ambush my thoughts, ambush by heart laying waste to my soul as it fills my dreams with nectarious fantasies of lust, the raw beauty of the embrace of shadows, an ardurous boil of emotions broken like a virgins hymen upon the maelstrom of my arousal leaving me bereft, emotionally crippled but for the animal pleasures of the flesh, a lasciviously devouring fire with a  salacious appetites for exquisite ecstasies, the mind a susceptible riot of inveterate thoughts as I succumb and lose myself to the allure of the night… sweet musk inhaled, then exhaled like smoke to disperse upon the bruised air of my…

Fears!!!!

Richard ‘Poetikz’ Burton

11/26/2012