Confessions

They say confession is good for the soul

The one on the receiving end might not be so

Inclined to believe that line

Whose soul is it good for?

To lay your sins on someone’s shoulder

To bear your shame and transport

It around with them

Innocent ears have to hear betrayal

Eyes gaze deep into the face of evil

Remorse doesn’t pay the for the debt created

Now the valley walked through is more

Perfidious thorns and rotting roses

Great you with sadness and bewilderment

My how selfish you are to bare your soul

At my damn door

Anger is only now beginning to make its rest

Upon my heart that has endured way too much shit

How dare you invite me in to your turpitude?

Now I feel dirty like I was the one to cross

That threshold of iniquity

Scrub my skin till it’s raw

I can still smell the deceit and treachery

The stench lingers in my nostrils

Lies, lies, lies,

Confession for the soul is good

Just keep your damn secret take it to your

Grave and inconvenience me no more

With confessions

Altruistic Vibrations

Music down low

Candles lit across the room

In the corner a fire burns casting a glow

Shadows dance along the barren walls

Bed covered in rose petals

Sweet scent tantalizing a starved soul

Champagne and two flutes wait silently

Chocolate covered strawberries for the palate

Outside the wind howls

Soon to intermingle with the soft moans to come

Snow drifts softly against the windowpane

Dreamily the scene is set

In anticipation of altruistic vibrations

Don't Play With Fire

Drowning in desire

Opulence born and bred

Night welcomes clandestine meeting

Traverse to wickedness

Power of lust

Levitates rational thought

Anguish plays the role of executioner

Yesterday’s ashes mingle with misery

Wicked proclivities wets the appetite

Invites sin to lie in bed

Throes of covetousness ignites flame

Hell holds the door open to welcome

Fighting against primal urges

Inclinations driven by want

Repentances smolders

Embers are all that remains

Don’t play with fire…you’ll get burned

Nice and Slow

He looked over at her picture of loveliness

So serene in her sleep

Vision of gentle creation, his to have and behold

A gift of perfection, somewhere in his life he must

Of did something good

His treasure of the finest gold, diamonds, rubies and pearls

She smiled in her slumber all sweet and sexy

He felt his nature begin to rise

One hand crept beneath the covers

Inching its way up her golden thighs

Still she remained deep in slumber

He became bolder tasting her sweet nectar

She gave a moan letting him know

He’d invaded her dream

She surrendered her soul to the

Music of his hands the way they

Were making love to her body

Nice and slow he kept on repeating

Unhurried he stripped the sheet away

Covering her naked body

Nice and slow he eased into her warm and inviting

 Taking her to a new place far beyond heaven

She awaken dreamy eyes gazed into his

As she repeated his words

Nice and slow, nice and slow