5 degrees hotter than hell

In always changing circumstances, choices just have to be made. And your choice is the direct cause of this; so I have you here, right where I want you, where I need you… in the middle of a blue eye trouble;)

And this eye is set on you, not on the world outside, but on a world with you in it. I become provocateur, spy and spectator at the same time, feeling and observing your reactions to my subversive methods; the ways you do what women do best as causality to the symptom of me, my tongue, my touch, my brute force…

In the depths of this hot summer night, five degrees hotter than hell; when for the life of me, I can’t remember anything else… I am only able to create new memories out of you, and you react in ways a woman should;)

I call her love!

Silent expression on the face, tender smile uncovering everything, revealing what lies beneath this skin – pleasing satisfaction wrapped only in itself. The soul has drifted away from charms of beauty, feeling, craving, loving… she wants to escape from the body, and be forever hers. For this soul knows only too well, there is only one lighthouse showing the path home from that treacherous sea out there, only one secret port made for a single soul that’s no longer mine. And there she is, bringing me the lot, giving me a new name… I call her love! 

A full discovery of a thought, this life is governed only by coincidence.

Miracles happen - they conquer...

In the basic structure we’re thoughtful beings. We reason, strive toward choice, we solve, build and create… so, intellectually we go somewhere. Beneath all of our intellectual potentials we’re only emotional creatures – we feel, act and react. And once in a blue moon, miracles happen – they conquer…

… in comes this creature in form of a woman, angel and demon exactly in the proportion I simply adore. It took me only a moment to recognize her. I wasn’t looking for what she represents, nonetheless she came, kind of felt invited and I didn’t even have to invite her. She accepts willingly this total composition of harmony and chaos that I’m made of. She loves and holds deep under her skin, every single creature that I represent. With her graces and fury she snatches me, and takes me away in a world within this world – in the cupola of us two.

So, I react and she becomes the single most important thing. Every single moment without her is passed in waiting... So, I’m all in!

That dream we used to dream together

Sun was in the middle of the sky, so low on the horizon and so close to the ground as if it wanted to touch it and warm it a little more – exactly like in any other winter day. Weak, pure white light was nearly everywhere. The snow beneath my feet was crispy, and I was still; there was no movement, only chilling breath filling my lungs. I stood tall and defeated in front of a shoe store, waiting for her.

Suddenly, I noticed her pale shadow as a reflection in the glass. She approached me with some form of smile on her pretty face. I still looked at her image in the window with craving in nostalgia, as if she was made of that dream we used to dream together.

She got close, real close behind me… I could feel her warm breath on my frosty naked neck. My fallen angel, my lost princess – that naked love I felt no more…

Lost in the middle of that cruel frosty winter day, I turned around to kiss her in the cheek, and her figure slowly disappeared right in front of my eyes. I tried to hold her, but my hands passed through her. Her appearance became paler than her reflection in the shop window. Somehow she disappeared into nothingness right in front of my eyes. 

So, my eyes became full with tears, and I said it was the cold to blame for… I deliberately lied to her, my treachery knows no bounds…

The glue keeping me together

Constant uplifting sensations beneath the skin… shivers, trembles, shakes, quakes… it’s obvious that something’s cooking inside, reaching high point – screaming to get out. What a thrill, leaving me in symptoms – breathless!

A full rediscovery of feelings, new and fairer meaning of the phrase “hot as hell”; and in its totality of splendor, I succumb and let myself go with that flow. In the entire district of myself, I stand on the rise, eagerly on alert to hear the sound of the gun, so that I can start my furious sprint. 

There, in that run, when the speed takes hold of me, when I reach the limits of the body, when muscles should tear apart in spasms and bones break like they’re nothing – I don’t fall apart, because the only glue keeping me together is that woman… so, I run faster!

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;)

Are you going to tell me a secret now?

 I woke up early, awaken from a dream only to soar into another. Maybe it wasn’t a dream, maybe it was your voice, your scent. Are you going to tell me a secret now?

I woke up early, new day with you. I know I was torn, I know I was broken, I know I saw black rock in my eye. Do you think you can save me now?

I woke up early, I stood naked above the world in my high hide. I was focused on the far east, where the sun rises. I felt reborn out of flames. Are you going to give me a new name now? 

I woke up early, from a warm bed with you in it. I felt a soul wanting me. I saw your naked offering, it was unconditional. Are you going to tell me a secret now?

 

She comes first, and then the Sun;)

She comes as a surprise, welcome as it is. With such an angelic fragility and totality only in beauty she moves the ground beneath my feet, so that I can be closer and closer to her. And she writes her name all over me, so that I can be hers and hers alone. When she sees, she sees exactly what I see; and when she feels, she feels me, and I can only feel her. An attraction of all my senses, seduction of this total me - and she slowly and inexorably becomes that force which connects all of my cells together…

She’s no dream… she’s realization of dreams, a solid proof that love takes shape.

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;)

Love, again

So many feelings felt, so many spoken words, all those overwhelming smiles... and only one look, only one you, and one me.

In this heat of life, in our beauties of youth… light in the soul, grace in a word, compassion in a scent, and forgiveness of the woman – love from the woman.

And I no longer remain drunk from a white lake of tears in empty hunger for happiness, there’s no more defacing pain snatching the blue out of these eyes, that deep despair in dreams is gone, no more mute cramps in the heart...

I adore your eyes, the way they see, and I… I turn into you ;)

I owe you

Now that I know you’re making, I can stop and just admire with worship in the entire poetic elation of this soul able to love, living only to love. I owe you, because beside you I resist and defy that slow aging of the stars, because inside you I see everything which defines and underlines my panache, my elan… I owe you, for you are that part which is missing.

And I can lose myself powerless, powerless before your voice, surrendering unconditionally before your love, obediently protecting and serving everything and anything that is you. Only for you… and every single moment without you is like a distant cry…

A song of cinnamon and blue

If you allow me: I’ll open the heavens with magic of old, I’ll give you clouds of silk, I’ll bring you a velvet moon, I’ll conceive sunny smiles, I’ll enable angel dreams, I’ll offer you a crystal from my inside, I might even create a lake of fire with my blood… so that you could only smell sweet cinnamon in your morning;)

After that: I may become a cursed blind man, I may go deaf for all times, I may become wretched old man, I may even accept to vanish into oblivion from this world of men… yet I’d be a tall man, knowing, that even for a single breath, you breathe for me;) 

In the restlessness of my impatience, with a smile, this blue eye devil shatters to think… this soul is meant to burn;)

Republic of two

Our wicked dreams are in that place where the horizon kisses the sky. In that time when the day begins from the embrace of the night, there is our naked sweaty love. Where rays are being made, there we crave in a burning lust. In the magic of the pale moon glow our desires are born. Our enchanting future lies in the kingdom of what’s undreamed. In the depth of your womb, our lives meet and merge into new beginnings, brave new worlds created solely from the fabric of us. With the strength of all I have, even in the weight of my thoughts, I protect. These faces may grow old, but our souls may burn with the consistency of this ember of our youth. 

Here, on the rampart of the republic that is us…

Woman

Every verse, ever written is designed to admire woman’s beauty. Every single feeling, ever felt finds root in a woman’s heart. Every scent, ever imagined, comes from a woman. Everything that is said, even that which lays in the future, completely undreamed, is in a dream of a woman. Every creation ever made, even this entire world has a woman in the middle of it. Every single breath, ever taken is given by a woman. The reason for blossom is not spring, but the smile of a woman. That enchanting force, which holds all cells together, is the love of a woman. Mercy and grace are born in the look of a woman.

Heart of a man is but a nest for a woman’s world; in there a woman claims dominion, even before the sun itself.

We, men, live for a single purpose…

The world that matters

Suns are extinguished, and from the remains new ones are created. Space is revolving in the dead of the night, dancing forevermore. The world is on the brink of something, still green and blooming. Clouds are somewhere hiding and time zones are still counting time. Lives pass by and others are born. People are occupied with the rush of the everyday living, moving step at the time toward: feelings, goals… This heat boiling our blood, reminding us that we’re forged in fire. Summer, it smells exactly like in the middle of it:)

And I’ve got just a single place to go… close and closer to you. So that I can close my eyes and never feel tired again;)

Summer sting

Periodic beats measuring motion, quaking sensations violate structures fucked up with graffiti on the walls, testing them. The beat is the source, an overwhelming white noise; twisted omen for living in sin, at least for a while longer… when in summer!

This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around. Surprising need, welcome as flames of hell;) 

Demented condition, not waiting patiently as the prey does, but hunting as famished predators do… hunting for you;)

Las islas de Ti

Dreams merge with lives made of flesh. They acquire fabric, body, scents. They’re alive, existing forevermore. In this world, in this life, dreams become that force which drives us, they conquer reality… irrevocably!

Dreaming the same dream with you, only there I find my adoration in divinity; there I meet my true self… inside you, deeply, firmly, completely! Moderation has never been in my vocabulary. When it comes to you, I’m famished and greedy! I want it, I need it all – everything that you have;)

For those who love too much, gamble to lose everything :*

My anno domini, you;)

Of course it’s describable, why do you think I’ve read so many books and learned all these languages? Not just to bullshit my way out of any situation possible and conceivable to women, but to express this thrill which vibes beneath this raw exterior and energizes the lot, all the way up to the edges of the skin. All this heat, because of you. My hell from another hell, you;)

The perception of you is new to me. With such an occult pleasure I’m going to excavate deep in this archeology of me, until I find fresh means to please you. My terra incognita, you;)

Because this time, standing here in front of you, my experience is worth nothing. Your dominion here is absolute, your rule is without any opposition whatsoever. You have this force to split my timeline in half, what happened before you, and what happens with you. My anno domini, you;)

I can feel it when you exhale, I’m well trained to hear it in the corners of your mind… there is something inside you, something on you, some part of you – screaming in thirst to be mine; and that’s worth everything and anything, my all, the lot of me;)

Women? Aha, that's right;)

It really doesn’t matter at all… you can be tall as a mountain or petite to fit in my pocket, you see, I’m an alchemist, easily adaptable in my transformations. It’s quite all right if you’re young or more experienced, as long as we have stories to share. It’s of no consequence if your nails are short or long, just bite the flesh right off till both jaws meet. You could wear high heels or have bare feet, in the end, it’s all about getting naked. Be a wreck of a ship or ecstatic in Arcadia, devour me with fury or bless me with tenderness, you’re my divinity and most welcome anyhow. You can have blue, green or brown eyes, this blue eye boy is always in need of the occult. Freckles, dimples, tongue rings, ink, piercings, it’s all good, bring it on. It’s also no problem if you’re blonde, brunette or red, you know, my type is women;)

Your beauty is not about what’s obvious and meets the eye, it’s beneath that smile of yours (whether you mean it or fake it). Beauty can be found only in the depths of your gaze, down there, where I roam to discover the making of your soul. And with each and every one of you that beauty is of different kind, every single time; and my only worth is to find it out and multiply it many times over, only in the freedom of ourselves. 

So, I aspire… and you? Just come as you are, and I’ll come wherever I’m allowed:*