I had my love, my life in my hands

Beautiful but Lifeless, a photo by Jessica Lares on Flickr.

I had her within my hands

Like a beautiful butterfly

She flew away one day

Leaving me alone empty hand

I remember her love was true & pure

Though I took it always for granted  

My foolishness & spineless behavior took her away

I had my love, my life in my hands

But like a butterfly it flew away from my heart

No one is immune to eat each other..

Loving bite, a photo by smerikal on Flickr.

No one is immune to eat each other
I like to eat every time when I see you
even a thought of it makes me melt from inside...

I’m missing her

I’m missing her burning touch, missing the fresh aroma of her bare skin. My teeths are craving to dig deep into her flesh, to give her that love bites that she used to adore so much. My hands are missing the grip that used to hold her body tight close to mine. Missing that explosion when our lips touch each other, when our naked chest melt in each others, legs wrapping around, drinking and eating each other. Fingers leaving its print everywhere no place left missing, Theeths marking its territory, conquered, taken, clamed..

We always kissed like we discovered it

We always kissed like we discovered it 

I'm a beast & left alone in the forest.

I know she was an angel, but I never claimed to be an angel too, I say no sorry for the rudeness I did when we made love. She made me crave like a hot blooded man. I never waited for her approval. I just take it & eat like a hungry wolf. She made me dirty & wild, now it's hard to control the desires. Now I'm a beast & left alone in the forest.   

The way she looks & the way she touch

The way she looks & the way she touch, everything in the world just freeze except us..

I was so afraid to look, So afraid to touch

Silver River in the rain, a photo by marianne muegenburg cothern on Flickr.

Her skin was like fog over river on a cold night

When I looked into her eyes

I felt like rain touching a still lake

I was so afraid to look

So afraid to touch

She smell like a garden of flowers

Red carpet, a photo by flatpix on Flickr.

When I sleep thinking about her

I just fall into the garden of flowers

The moment she lay besides me

I feel the eagerness & desire within

Her breath matches the rhythm of mine

The burning passion in her eyes

Make me feel loved endlessly

The moment when she pull me close

Touched my lips with her, she touched my heart

When I make her bare

She spread an erotic fragrance

She smell like a garden of flowers

I can smell that fragrance still now

When she’s not with me anymore..

I can't stop writing

Writing, a photo by J. Paxon Reyes on Flickr.

I cant stop writing,
Its the only place where talk
I can take my heart out
I feel better when I write
I feel as if I talked with someone 
Its the only place where talk

People get angry when you treat them the way how they treat you.

People get angry when you treat them the way how they treat you.