

At Arms LengthWhy does the injured wolf snap at it's pack? Thier tongues only want to lick the wound clean To take away the foul taint of flies and earth But the alpha can not show weakness He sees sinister plots within a caring touch Those who would help are kept at bay And the taint grows deeper within Soon the pack is gone The wounded master has gotten what it worked so hard for A lonely demise that is soon forgottenAt Arms Length


Inner TruthA warm smile that flows laughter Playfully sparking eyes, hinting at inner thoughts Gentle fingers exploring wonderous curves She is the one, happiness incarnate.Inner Truth
A slight frown that follows a sigh No gaze to be seen, thoughts far from you A light embrace devoid of warmth Where is the one? Has she gone?
Teeth grind as venom is spat Green eyes aflame, dark prayers of pain within An open palm stings the flesh She has gone. Our life done.
The fragile mask of happiness is broken Revealing that which was hidden within


Not for YouA tempting treat on the table it's heavenly scents fill the air slices arrainged on china plates for everyone but youNot for You
Eager masses arrive with haste mouths wet with food filled lust steel forks ready to work for everyone but you
Lips smack in wanton pleasure fingers sucked with satisfaction this dish was given as a gift for everyone but you


HerHer eyes How they sparkle when she smiles A mischievous look when we’re alone And inviting before a kissHer
Her hair It’s fragrant smell as she is held The way it rests on a delicate neck The tickle of it on my bare chest
Her skin The texture of fine silk It’s warmth when kissed My fingers on it’s soft curves
Her mouth Pleasure as it explores my neck I weaken as it travels over my skin Passionate kisses I will never forget
Her smell The intoxicating scent It lingers on me when she’s gone
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When you tell my story, tell the bad along with the good and let me be judged by those that will listen. As for the rest let there be silence...
Your stuff is interesting.
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"So, you want to see if the carpet matches the drapes huh? Well, only the luckiest of women get to find out." b^^
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Sometimes when I'm talking its only to myself.
I also love it when he paints himself with such honesty i wish i could be more like that with paint it comes out more in my poetry.
i wish that back that they had they had the right meds he would have lived longer i think
but maybe that was his legacy but do all artist have to suffer?
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