He Came Over

Pull my dress up a little while we dance,
Do it like you never meant to.
Pull my body in closer,
Act like you never heard me.
The music's too loud,
Bring your lips closer to my ear,
And brush your cheek against mine.


If he only knew my body was already his.
That my knees were waiting to be caught,
From the very second he raised his head from his drink at the bar
Me, the gazelle, I broke my own leg for you, my hungry lion. 
Come for me.


Looking up at his face, washes mine with fear.
Not fear of what he will do,
But fear that we won't ask me home.
This dress, these heels, I prepared for you, my king.
See how I watch you right back and giggle seductively at all you say.
Feel how my body moves at every turn your hands moves me in.


My lips burn under this lipstick.
I need yours to put out my fire.
Wash me in your ecstasy, keep me dancing.
Yes its okay to slide your hands down over my curves.
I don't care who sees, 
Go ahead and squeeze.


Yes my number needs to be yours,
But I let you chase me and ask me.
Your desire for me, fuels mine for you.
I am captured, I am yours, finish me off.


Drag me to your lair 
As a Panther would its kill up a tree.
Let your waiting hunger that I saw at the bar take over.
Let your hands rip this tight dress and free my passion.
Sink your teeth in and shred me from this world.


Make me forget and fill me with you, all of you.
More than a sub, more than a slave, you own me tonight.
Let your greed splash my passion over your lips. 
Be my vampire devouring his centuries old desire.
Feel my body give over to you, again and again,
Like waves upon waves of an army of tsunamis attacking in battle formation.


Own me with your hands, your lips your face, your body.
Own me with your hunger then own me with your satisfaction.
The hungry lion is filled, the black panther, no longer restless.
The vampire, gone to sleep, the seas, calm again.
Tonight was yours my king, pull me in and let me sleep on your throne with you.


Happy hearts wake to a sunrise, greeting satisfied souls.
My yearning soul finds peace, for now.
His raw passion, quelled, for now.
Safe, fulfilled, happy.
I'm glad, he came over.

HURRICANE Pt 2

The wind blew, I felt the rain hit my face sideways

As it stung my cheeks, I felt it's force.

 I raised my head to see the rain falling was actually blood.

My blood.

The wind howled as it blew my love passed me

I could feel its hollowness drag on me while it passed.

Like a black sail from a ghost ship now slave to the wind

Trying to drag me, catching me in its belly.

As my knees get pulled into the mud of my sorrow

A rumble takes presence and my heart flies by me.

Seemed more like it was running so fast it learned to fly.

It disappeared in the red and it got quiet again, just the rain.

Now looking at the muddy wet red earth

listening to my blood raining down like a forest storm.

No love in me anymore, it was dragged away

No heart anymore, it flew away.

Nothing left but this carcass of skin, bones, clothes and memories.

A rumble starts, not from above or behind me.

Not from my left or my right.

This time, the earth.

My soul trapped in this body now to be taken.

The immense pull downwards almost felt like an emptying.

The relief  of this life to end, felt like a glorious sunrise over the nights torment.

My tensed body kneeling, now relaxed as I sink.

No Soul, no heart, no love

My body swallowed whole into this red muddy earth

Empty and complete

My hurricane is over.

HURRICANE

The girl in the window, face hanging down.

The girl in the window, sitting still.

Her red hair covering the pain in her eyes

Even though her body is posed and telling its own tale.

Her silence, silences me.

But I can see the glass vibrating and swelling from her quiet screams.

Fixated as she is on her trance of despair

I start to feel her crawl in my head through my eyes, ripping my eyelids apart.

My minds eye pauses as I now see the glass swell to its limit, 

pushing against its edges, her motionless body now grabbing at my breath.

She whips her hair around and exposes her porcelain face

And that was all it took to cause the explosion.

Shards of glass all blew towards me,

On the winds of her screams, drenched in the rain of her tears,

That only I could see, that I could only hear, that only I could feel,

Tearing through my body as the winds carried them.

She still sat there as I was ripped to pieces. 

Now drenched and bleeding on my knees, still staring at her.

But no one would know, no one would see, no one would hear.
She was my hurricane.