Traveler

I am a landscape
an escapade for your inevitable talents
You take my valleys and convert them into
Mountain ranges with your
Exquisite way of molding those lips, fingers
Bliss around me
Whispers and incantations
Memory making masterbation
Your thoughts in my head, heat
In our bed
Heaven expressed
Unmasked in fevered sighs
of pleasure
Our evolution of love


- BlooWriter

There it Is

There it is
Where she put it last beside your heart
And you must believe
That she cares
for every other thought would be heresy
And you're a faithful man when you're not
Thinking of the woman you really want
To be with on those lonely nights when
Just ok won't satisfy
The longing for her pulls you
Fish on a hook
Her bait is so good
Satiated and never quite full
Of the mornings you'll never wake without her
Inside
Your mind
In hindsight you should have said yes
When she asked for forever


- BlooWriter