Random Thoughts

He twinkles like an icy blue star, His rhythm so beautiful, He makes music to my eyes, His beat so steady, My ear drums quiver with each note, Like a tentative virgin under the fingers of an experienced master, Each stroke of his beautiful brown eyes across my flushed skin, Sends me arching towards him, Like a wanton maiden, Eager for his delicious ministrations, His aura attracts me, and drowns me, He bites his lip and flashes a knowing smirk, The slight dimple in his chin smiles at me, And I'm filled with a sudden urge to dip my finger in it, To prod it gently with the tip of my digit, And slowly swirl it around in that sensitive spot, I want to reach out and lightly graze it with my teeth, I want to make his breath quicken in anticipation, Like he does to mine each time I spy him on a stage, Watching his dance seduce his audience, Knowing how explosive that barely controlled energy can be, Blood rushes in my veins, hormones dance circles around my brain, And suddenly, he&#

Roaming, endlessly roaming, Empty, endlessly empty, Void of personality, void of character, A victim of constant exposure, Confused as to what to be, And who to follow, Not knowing which path to take, So he takes them all, In Winter he is Jack Sparrow, Full of rum and foolish courage, Challenging the fiercest creatures of the deep, Riding the highest waves of the sea, Seeking empty passion in the bosom of countless maids, In Spring he is humble Harry, With mild Adonis looks, And body lithe and strong, Weaving a blinding spell on everyone, Capturing the very hearts of the lowest man, With coffee brown eyes that hide the deepest pain, In Summer he is Robin Hood, With great zest and green vest, He rides from manor to castle, Plundering all in his wake, His trail, a line of crushed flowers, Their scent, an ode to his fury, In Autumn he is Shakespeare, With moulded words and fiery rhymes, With honest Iago and brave Othello, With sinister villains and tragic h

It doesn’t make sense, Us, Me, …….you, This dance we’re doing, I don’t get it, There’s no plan, No courting, no dinner dates, No flowers, no chocolate, Just primal attraction, Raw earthy filthy passion, Waiting to explode, Anticipating the lick of the red flame, The red flame of desire, No! It shouldn’t be like this, Where’s the music, The tentative dance of pent-up desire, You want me, I want you, But it shouldn’t be so plain, so distinct, It should be hidden, It should be subtle, Pulsing through our touches, Steaming through our glances, Radiating through the air between us, But it shouldn’t be so plain, Spoken for all the world to hear, I don’t get it, This raw force pushing us together, It doesn’t make sense, Us, Me, …….you, This.

As I walked out one evening, I expected to see the view, A flower, a bird, a bumblebee or two, But instead I walked upon violence afoot, A shout, a break-in, a violent brute. Pretending to be the cops they lied their way in, And then they committed an atrocious sin, Not content with their greed, their constant bane, They cut short a life, a man was slain. For the blood they had spilled, no concern was shown, On their minds was rather, the loot they now own, With agile limbs and full pockets, their escape was made, While I stood there, a disillusioned maid. In humanity, my faith, I had foolishly placed, But now, with the murderers, it hastily raced, When I walked out this evening, I expected to see the view, Instead I lost hope for my race, and my faith in it too.