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VANQUISHED VIRGIN July 29, 2001
I entangle my own around you,
Casually smiling as you look into my eyes.
Darkness is my friend tonight and you are my vanquished virgin.
Against the walls and down the halls I carry you on me,
Thrashing the wall paper into shreds with your nails along the way to the lair.
Kicking the door open to reveal the scene of the next morrow's memory.
Scream aloud so I can hear you,
Call me what you will today ;
For tomorrow you'll dawn that sassy virgin girl attitude that brought me closer to you.
I picked your eyes from the crowd as you ran your fingers down my waist,
Wine filled lips such as yours tell of your fantasies even if your words fall short.
You may be wicked from thought of this,
But inside your aware of this calling.
I am this man who rips at your skin making you cry a wild.
Howl with me as the volcanic plasma erupts from the fountain.
Shiver with me as we kiss good-bye,
Saddened with the never more.
Heart filled boxes don't exist here,
My vanquished virgin.
ANIMALISTIC FASHION July 14, 2001
I'm pulling at your hair,
We're lying in moon lit strips bare.
Care?
Not here, not there,
It's a public beach and the onlookers have packed up there baskets ;
Put away there towels and headed home to there day planer lives.
The sand is warm against my skin,
Your skin is warmer yet.
Cocooned in your arms,
I'm sweating slightly and my eyes are burning yours.
A moth flies free and I feel thee,
I'm filling my needs.
Selfishly ravishing you in a public fantasy.
I've always wanted such,
You ;
Here with me watching this sun kiss the moon good-bye.
Luscious skin feeds me well.
Your soul tastes sweet on my tongue.
Howling your name towards the moon,
In an animalistic fashion.
Rake your claws down my back and leave your marks,
So that I may remember what it felt like in the morning.
It's a night of one,
Yet two dawn the beach.
It's mine and yours,
Intertwined like vines.
Separated only by the public glares,
When morrow catches us. (By: Chris)
BEWARE July 10, 2001
You want me to release this beast,
This animal that claws from within my own.
Rational thinking is nothing, to him.
Nothing is nothing to him ;
But you.
I'll let him out if you can control him,
He hasn't been out to play in some time.
I kept him hidden behind my calmness,
Behind these iron gates that use to guard my heart.
The gates are gone,
He has left his cave.
Beware ...
Beware ...
Beware ...
The beast of old is out for your soul.
Out to bring you a dream, maybe two or three times.
Nightly screams are a turn on,
Rip at his skin, tell him to stop, tell him to go.
Tell him yes, oh yes, tell him no.
The beast unleashed,
His prey will be your unspoken fantasies.
Beware ...
Beware ...
Beware ... (By: Chris)
AWOKE TOO SOON July 9, 2001
Freakish night turn into daily delight.
I cried in my sleep,
Not of pain but of dreamed pleasure.
You became so dominant,
Pushing me to the bed then slapping my face.
Slowly riding my legs, pushing your wetness across my skin.
Tease me!
Please me!
Release me!
Mount me, and take that carnival journey,
Around and around the merry-go-round.
Throb, push and pull.
My desires are becoming full.
I'll grope your side,
And push farther inside,
Tease me! Release me! Please me!
I woke up too soon.
Freakish nights turned into daily delights, (By: Chris)
TURNED ON July 9, 2001
I looked into your eyes and was gone,
It seemed I'm gazing upon something much broader.
There is something in there, I wonder what you think.
Are you undressing me,
Watching me as I walk from the shower to the bedroom.
I'm thinking of that,
Thinking of you in wet hair walking around in a t-shirt.
Is it odd that these thoughts are turning me on?
Should I be embarrassed?
If I was to witness I don't think I'd be able to say a word,
My actions would suffice.
I'm trying to guess how long it would take ;
For me to rip that t-shirt from your body. (By: Chris)
SCREAM July 9, 2001
I jumped right out of death,
Screaming your name.
So real it was, too real it may be.
I'm on a thousand downers,
Looking into a mirror and there's no reflection I see.
I'm on a thousand uppers,
Looking into my own eyes as I hold them in my hands.
I run to the north, ran back to the south,
All along screaming your name,
Is it all the same?
So real it was, too real it may be.
Death into I jumped head first,
Starring back to watch you cry,
Sorry my love .... good-bye.
I ran to the north, to run back to the south,
Screaming your name from within my mouth.
I'll walk along beside you in a white glow.
So real it was, too real it may be.
Look around I'm here, right here!
Hold me, keep me warm ;
I'm so cold love.
I'm so naked,
My skin has gone home ;
I'm near you yet so far away,
I can run no more,
I can scream no more,
So real it was, so real it may be. (By: Chris)
EROTIC SWEATS July 8, 2001
I'm devouring you,
Thinking along the way if it's right to be so wanting.
I've never put to pen what I've seen in my mind.
I'm but a knight, tired and weary.
On a search for a princess to ravish in whole.
No talking, just pure lust.
I get a bit violent in my dreams,
I push and pull, I scratch, bite and scream.
It's a rush to me to think this way,All this time I didn't know what to say.
That princess I seek upon whitened sheets,
Her body glistens in the moonlight and I ;
Am just a speechless knight who takes your prize.
I'm just a whore with nightly stories,
Ones that unfold in my sleep.
I wonder if I can be this knight, will I devour your body?
Will I fall back in shyness,
Or turn into that beast of desire ;
After the lights dim. (By: Chris)
YOUR VOICE July 8, 2001
I'm here listening to you type,
That sounds awkward to say the least.
That's how in tune I've become,
Hearing those keystrokes as your fingers move up and down the keyboard.
Phrase after phrase, you seem to never lose thought.
I'll just lay here and watch for a while, okay?
Speak to me and I'll close my eyes,
Trying to depict everything you say.
I'll just lay here and listen for a while, okay?
I'm listening to you speak,
And yet I haven't even heard your voice. (By: Chris)
