Fires of myself

I decide to be, so I look at marvels of life with exaltation. Fully prepared to uncover my dream I reach deep into the heart, and with unknown forces that I find there, I shake the ground beneath my feet.

There’s an end of a day… when thoughts become clear, when feelings are only bright, when dreams are back. A desire from the core, so close and so familiar to me, carried within through countless dreams, through endless corridors of hallucinations. Those loving charms consisting a personality, an identity. Lust for life with beginnings long forgotten and a truth which thrives in the fires of myself. 

And every single moment of this life, looks exactly like falling in love!

How the tables are turned;)

A faithful commandment carved out of your will and desire, so I humbly obey. Just like the heart obeys all wishes of the soul, like waves manifest daydreaming of the deep sea, like the wind listens dreams of the forest, like the Sun kisses the sky. I humbly obey…

So I do what I got to do for queen and country, and I become that privileged troublemaker with a sweet smile on the face and a soul always roaming free. Wrapped in an ancient corruption, this soul is efficient only in perversion – nasty and dirty in her making. And I emerge to be the most essential part of your will and desire. An entire world in your midst, right there, where warm in wet is designed – so you humbly obey.

My my, how the tables are turned;)

Death in Japan :)

This woman appears in the blink of an eye, radiant presence conquering all, tireless playful sovereign of a man’s heart. She brings me towering infernal fires in her hands, a diabolical reminder that this summer is not hot enough. Her look is focused not only on me, but in me, as if she’s some sudden storm cleaning every layer of my personality, shaping me according to her desires. And she desires, yearns in deep craving… a savage woman, warrior woman – my Valkyrie, a most welcoming doom. And I become that offering she accepts with the graces of her deranged intentions, my body and soul – her total dominion, to twist and ruin until ends of time, until death in Japan:)

I stand guard, here on the threshold of her, firm in my believe to protect her dreams and well being from any harm unless it comes from me;) In my humble glory she becomes the privilege of adoration, darkly and wicked, the way it’s only meant to be, designed to be… created with lust in our insatiable souls, by the both of us – we, sexual fanatics, extremists one for another;)

Counting time

I can draw you in my desires, lying naked side by side. The breath you take coming from me, so I allow. My infernal intention is not control over you, but in this polluted mind of mine I need to twist and twirl you, any way I see fit, body and soul. And you deliberately allow, and take me in. I know that you’re mine, I foretold it in my dreams, I see it with my eyes, I feel it in my bones – me, the sultan of you;)

This morning, like any other morning, is born on your skin, tender within tender as it is. Your heart, the clock of my world, so I start to count time;) 

And my world and this heart of mine are hardly mine anymore, this skin I live in does no longer belong to me… it’s all yours, my woman for thousands of lives to come, undisputed sovereign of my everything… everything, I mean everything is yours, until the very last drop;)