miracle of happenstance

At the corner of hope and happenstance.
I stood.

At the corner of hope and happenstance.
You walked into my life.

But if you asked. The gods will tell you.
That at the corner of hope and happenstance.
Is exactly where.

A miracle of happenstance happened.

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empress of pleasure

Switch off the world.
Stroke your beast.
Wake him.
It’s time to play.

Come inside.
My garden of Eden.
Explore your bearings.
Satiate your hunger.
Drive yourself mad.


At the thought of the taste.
The touch.
The sensation.
Of all that is here.
For your taking.

Growl your passion.
Snarl your desire.
Rip my garden apart.
In your desperation. To find peace.
Breathe. Beast.
Fear not.
For I am fearless.
And I will tame. Your wounded heart.

For I am.
The empress of pleasure.

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Hello you.
Golden boy.
Beam of light.
Shimmer your ray.
Across my soul.

Voice like honeycomb.
Touch like silk.
Heart of gold.
Calm as a deep breath.

Plunge myself into.
The sea of your brilliance.
Illuminate. Me.
Flirting with. The morning light.
Your light.

And I can’t say. I won’t miss you.
When you go.
For I will.
As if the very life. Of my soul.
Has been ripped from me.

So I’ll bleed my heart.
Across your soul.
But you.
You will feel. Nothing.

So for now. We love.

And for now. I stand.
Naked and vulnerable.
To let your light in.
And drive out the darkness.

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A soul connects with a soul.
In some cosmic twist of fate.
So begins a seduction bold.
A curiosity to satiate.

Where one believes. But not the other.
Of metaphysical connections.
And so agrees to love a lover.
And bond with pure intentions.

So flesh to flesh and skin on skin.
As air and earth collide.
And perceptions move from deep within.
Until lust eventually subsides.

But love is love though unconditional.
Love is though not blind.
Where vessels meet. But while not functional.
For solace both shall find.

Love. A tiny four letter word.
Possessing infinite power.
Is shelved as completely absurd.
Before sweetness becomes sour.

And when you leave. For the snow.
When birds fly south for sun.
I’ll bask in the memory of your glow.
As if time had just begun.

I’ll pray to the gods who crossed our paths.
And believed in this, our unity.
Regardless of the aftermath
That our goodbyes would be.


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These are the moments.
The best moments.
Pleasure perfect. And pure.

So sweet. The taste.
Of light. Pure light.
On the tip of your tongue.

Delicious shimmer.
Sparkling through.
Bubbling like champagne.

Savor true. Every moment.
On the precipice.
Of the jump.

Giggles and hearts a flutter.
In anticipation. Of a touch.

Before skin on skin. Graze. And laze.
Pulsate. Lubricate. Procreate.

And the innocence of the moment.
Is lost.

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Did you ever think?
You could ever.
Build. And forge.
A bond so strong.
Within a heartbeat.
Of heartbeats.

To taste.
A burst of citrus. On your tongue.
Zesty fresh sweetness.
Bite of spice.
Warm infused. Tastebuds.

To feel.
Lush. Mellow.
Explosive. Beams of sunshine.
Lace. Warm infused. Skin.

To be.
A driving force.
Present. In the presence of. His presence.
Warm infused. Soul.

And survive.
The seduction of.
A ginger wolverine.

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the miracle

They’ll tell you.
That chasing a dream.
Is the most ridiculous thing.
You ever do.

I’ll tell you.
That chasing a dream.
Is the most rewarding thing.
You ever do.

And if our dreams collide.
I’ll tell you.
It’s time to believe.
In miracles.

For that. Which is what you are.
My miracle.

So what will you do?
My love.

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