~Tiramisù (pick me up)~

Sometimes my mind starts to wander
Your words then softly fade away

All I can see is your soft, moist lips
Beckoning me to interupt you mid sentence

To pull you close and seal them shut with mine
Send you reeling back in erotic astonishment

Look in your dark brown eyes with mine of hazel
Sparkling with love frosted with lust

Nibble on glistening pedals, tasting your lip gloss
A hint of strawberry is my sweet reward

Feel you breathe in and relent
Forgetting what ever it was you were saying

Your eyes close, I have your attention
Lips press, tongues wrestle playfully

Taking me back to the first time we kissed
French and passionate, antique sofa, "Bee 6"

You melt into me, I pulled you tight
Holding you in my arms with a strength that will never let you go

Suddenly it's not another chilly night
Sitting sideways, Reggae one drop

It is a soft, private dance of two lovers
Like two young desperate hearts tangoing in Beunos Aires

Our noses accidently brush, electricty
That sends shivers down my spine and to the tip of my desire

I meander to kiss your face, moving ever closer
To the lobes of your ears, your sensual weakness

Once there, I run my tongue along the rim of your ear
See you quiver and breathe even harder

But then you slide your hand up into my hair
Forcing me back to your jealous lips

I then interupt your words, starting to tell you
How you are so beautiful, everything to me

It's then that you press your finger to my lips
And say "Shut up and kiss me"

~self conversation~

Standing , facing the crooked mirror
a mind racing through a memory
recalling the gone years ,
all the people who aren't here
gone life , the end we fear .

I hear the click , the sprung door
a flourescent flicks , a tiled floor
all thoughts depleted
it's time to leave here
better get back to
the place I'm seated ,
all currency is poor
checking change once more
how many people live a life they abhore .

There's a world of chances
for many to get
all these drinkers and dancers
are in here to forget
the good life they have , though complain about it
jewellry does flash , diamond inset .
Clustered in this bay
they rust and rot away
these people must have thoughts
their mouths disallow them to say .
Catapulted into the void
around the constellation
unspoken thoughts they embroid
awaiting reincarnation
to be re employed
only maybe for a day ,
these people dont know
that they've blown themselves away .

I'm leaving this place
of dirty walls , failed ideas
and bloodstained faces
carved in the floor under my boots,
Intoxicated feet
do stumble as they walk
amid the heavy fleet
of more life wasted and it's thoughts .