Saturday, June 25, 2011

Sore Heart

The start of a new day;sets me apart from the loneliness of any other...
My mind drifts on to places...on to the face..of my lover
So tender and sweet the touch I feel when his hands caress my skin
I'm tired of dying..so, today...I'm gonna start living.

My heart beats slow and takes up speed..
I've not too many breaths left; need to save the rest.
I choose to live...giving in to my sexual needs..

Desires of the heart are hard to ignore.
Blood rushing through my veins,
my heart is sore.