Forgetfulness is a bitch,

a truly terrible business.

when reminded,

it slashes across your heart

leaves it bleeding

churning out clouds of deep warmth 

(and not in a good way)

and leave a sting

not even a bullet ant can compete with.

No one
not even us,
will ever know
what this madness
will ever do
will ever be
will ever make
of us.

A mix

I can still picture you

With that big smile, eyes crinkling

Handing over a card

Business, it was.

I remember sitting on a wooden bench

Gazing at the waters

Night enveloping us

And deciding that you were the pick for the night

For pleasure, it was.

Little did I know

That it was nothing but a night’s business.

Today,

Your smile gives me so much happiness

Your hugs give me so much warmth

That we are bound to each other in ways no one imagined

Business and pleasure it seems

Can certainly go hand in hand

And this time,

It was the best mix.

Of smokes and kisses

i'm convinced this isnt meant to be written down. it got erased, twice. this is the best i could do to retrieve it, not as half as good (for me) as the original though-

the lips curve up in smile

as the memory clogs up the mind.

behind closed lids

the smell is pungent

of smoke

his tongue probes in

heavy with the last draw of smoke

while his fingers

hasty and strong

creates ripples down the body.

just the memory

is enough

to start that chills in her stomach

that travels its way down.

Eyes

Those eyes

Deep and brown

Smiling and laughing

telling me stories

-millions of them

of yesterdays gone by, 
the buzz of today 
and the hopes for tomorrow

those eyes

that examine me

measures me

and analyse me

those eyes that looks for signs

of love

kisses

newcomers

those eyes,

those beautiful brown eyes

what I wouldn’t do to make them mine.

A mad love

The way our lips form

round each others,

giving and taking

a beautiful medley of love

the way our lips part

and drive and pressure

and bite,

a perfect note

of ecstasy

the way your fingers

travel up and down,

brushing

caressing

yearning.

looking for the mysteries

that escaped you, the time before

the way your arms circle

around me,

drawing me in

tighter and tighter

the way we love each other-

with no space to breath

you consume me

your love overpowers me

your body overrides me

your strength overcome me

you intoxicate me

you annihilate me

you crush me with this devastating love

with this overwhelming sense of belonging

this madness must stop.

It.Must.Stop.Now.

caresses

the gentleness of his fingers
scorched my skin
burning me with a longing
no gentleness can cure.

his fingers traveled up my sides-
a memory of what i always wanted
abrading my body
with a longing no memory can erase.

his gentleness
overwhelms me-
wraps me with a warmth
i have never experienced before.

his arms
is a safe heaven.
i think,
i just might like a taste of that-
one last time.