Posted in Art, Life, Poetry

I Want You

I want you

I crave for your touch

I want you to undress me

I want you to taste the anticipation on my skin

I want you to kiss my inner thighs and make me tremble

I want to get high with just the tip of your tongue

I want you to make me forget myself

Posted in Art, POETRY, Truth

The Whispers

The whispers…

She says it’s going to get better

It’s going to end

It’s just a voice

She sees images that seem real

She dreams of total darkness

She tell herself it’s paranoia

She weeps

She is okay when they ask

She hear screams

She sees dying souls

She knows it is coming.