Whisper

Perversion of the thoughts,
Led by the echo of tongue,
Inherent heat of the shaft,
Climaxing when orgam is whisphered.

Steaming pores of vellum,
Explored, bitten, forgivingingly raped,
Ravage this outer shell,
Make this whisper become reality.

Intensify this sweltering dilation,
Cause the destined rupture,
Reach the innermost part of form,
Make this whisper split to both.

Intertwining extentions. Breath.
Interchangeable positions. Trace.
Inevitable climax. Relish.
Silken whispers. Of you fucking me.

Longing

Cast out, the views irrational and ironfisted,
Shattered dreams, undone and long forgotten,
Veiled longing, bare and dormit, now disenthralled,
Damned eternity, embryonic and interchangeable,
Forgive Father, there is but one sinner, the bastard child.

Vivid imagery, escape and illusion,
Aging shell, bewitching and extant,
Emerging manifestation, alusive and inescapable,
Condescending pater, oblivious and bitter,
Damn foundling, redemption, it for the sinner, ah.

Unbareable witchery, lustful and incipent,
Irresible ungodliness, taboo but revered,
Blossoming conceit, overpowering and worshipped,
Unconscious eradication, distant but contiguous,
My longing to know self is realized.

Let Me In

He is there just a few steps away,
I'm wondering what to do just what to say,
Judge me, him, both of us if you may,
You cannot make this passion go astray.

I'm here waiting for you as I always will,
You intoxicate me like a drug, a jagged little pill,
For you I would die, for you I would kill,
For you I cannot get enough to fill.

I close my eyes and picture two becoming one,
Father would die for his sinful, bastard son,
But I cannot resist you for it is already done,
I want to wake with you to the gleam of the morning sun.

Never this honest about who I am and always will be,
You are the piece to the puzzle that will complete me,
Your are the ebb and tide to my once lonely stark cold sea,
To your inner most thoughts I would love to explore, to flee.

I want you to want me the way I want you,
You are one of the very select few,
Please tell me to what I must do,
To bring you to my point of view.

But time will tell I cannot make you love,
Hold me close like the hand to the glove,
You will be my greatest sin,
Oh please my lad just let me in.