Millimeters

Her backside brushed
Against my front
Instantly I’m calculating
The millimeters of clothing
Separating her from me
My brain screams
To hide the numbers
Before it’s too late
And the gap is closed

 

I am an Artist

I am an artist
My hands are my tool
And through them
My passion
Is explored and expressed
From a crude block of marble
A goddess is born
Lifeless lumps of clay
Are massaged with my fingers
Becoming vessels
Filled with secrets and dreams
Blank canvasses awaken
Bursting with vibrant color
My deft brush a transport
To worlds unknown
Delicate paper
Begging to receive
A Wetness
Under my command
I am an artist

 

mydesire:

(via surrenderingme, paterfamilias)

 

Shadow

My shadow rubs raw
Between alabaster stems
Flowers gently licked

 

Rain’s Desire

Everyone claims
To want the rain
Whenever its been gone
But when it comes
They spend their time
Leaving it alone

No one plays
Out with the rain
Except for little kids
They’ve ran away
Closed their doors
And locked inside they hid

The rain has want
A great desire
It longs to feel your skin
But instead
You cover up
As if it were a sin

 

Love car rides

 

jessandrls:

Out there

 

Perspective

 

Sorry if this is a repost but I love it