Lust

What then of me and feelings my? To do for them what not for me in loveless promiscuity. Exhausted you in past contempt with love forgot and meaning spent; eager in me desire pure what shouldn't you have done before. Taste them in you and me in they, by shameful lust has fallen faith. Regretful heart my love in waste for carnal truth you dogged chased; spread thin by them in numbers high. What then of me and feelings my?

Gorge (Robin-Bruise)

Undeserving eyes glared he upon her. In receptive comforting gingerly a smile across her lips she outstretched. Proximity enclosed, them between the act and indecision. Reflected she in circumstances fleeting, overtaken by her newfound mistake; she thoughtless in naivete indulges.

Space in them between across he reaches, his hand softly upon her own places he in initiation. Flushed red in her desire for him, promise her sacrificed by transience wanton she forever faithless succumbs to fallen seduction. Star-crossed and bloodless they loveless irrevocably are.

Sit me in awe of solitude while they by fluttered whim embrace their worthless proof. Foolish cuckold by daydream beware in futility my love admitted; by fraud she benevolent dissuaded me from truth.

The Revenant

A ghost enraptured in the silhouette wind crawling softly along my aging skin; fearful only in the whirling amidst time outgrown in laughter mirthful. Setting sun to know the splendor of the vanished heat; heart bursting wonderment eyes downward to the sky. Some creature flickered within its life at dusk, in youthful faces disappear; such love within cannot compare.