(some overdue writings... don't ask. these are for a friend)

Desire running rampant
coursing through my veins
I can hardly breathe for lack of space
lungs stop short confronted with you
All I want is to mold myself upon you like a vine creeper
Run my hands over you fuse our mouths together until I can't just breathe you for sustenance
Can't you see I'm burning, melting, dying with the rage of my desire for you
Dreaming of a touch unrequited
But the fuse has been ignited
And all I want to do is burn myself out on you
 (6/19/2011)  

 Elemental Longing

Somewhere    in    deep  within   deep    inside
that space    time     logic     train of thought continuum     is
a longing so deep               that
it frightened the Victorians
was abhorred by the Puritans 
banned by the Catholics           and so
    had it's head cover'd
    hemlines lower'd
    busts ensconced
    brow beaten verbally
and flat out denied of existence

The need for pure human connection
through tactile sensate emotion
has always been intrinsic to humanity     
 (12/18/2011)

(These are the mildly sexual ones... I've to get the harder ones off my Xdrive. But I promise more soon...)