Love Note #90 – Sexed Up

I want to sex you up.Seething and pent up,scorching the sweatinto ambrosia. Seek my blood,prey on me.Like a gazelle I run,from the break of dawn,till the light relinquishes to the dark,relishing the gnashing biteof pleasure and pain. Suck the life of me,kill my will.I want to witnessthe death of my desiresto live as a slavein

She Says

Lonely tears,lonely starssinging loonysongs to the heart.It is not its nature,but its habit to feel pain. The many facesand aftermany exchanges,in family get togethers,in friend’s follyand them jolly,in emotional commercewith office colleagues,andin the holy grail of advicethe doubt creeps,How am I wantedand for what?What am I to all,Who am I? And the haunting question,sows the

Love Note #71 – Birth me again

The window frames my lifeto the world I see outside.I want your love to unravelmy vision.Break this walls that hascreeped and made a house inside. Burn it down, bring it to the groundBury me with the debris.Birth me again,Oh! my incestous motherof my genesis. Let me suck of your breasta new lease of life,cuddle in