Troy Night Out |
So...Here I am walking in the door on the heels of an adventure. As many of you know I have been inclusive and reclusive over the past five years. What can I say?...Sometimes shit happens and sometime... Posted by Jaded Empath on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 08:17:00 PST |
Unlock the door |
Would you come in the night, through an unlocked door?
With thunder, lightning and so much more?
With the scent of desire your only guide?
Your angel is waiting for you
drunk with desire... Posted by Jaded Empath on Mon, 12 May 2008 04:57:00 PST |
Transformations |
Gazing directly into the mirror she sighs...
As a sleek translucent reflection bounces back at her
a nuance of color seeps across her cheeks
Clarity softened by a lingering ... Posted by Jaded Empath on Mon, 12 May 2008 04:50:00 PST |
Life on the 3rd Planet |
There's a trout stream computer
fluffing our pillows at midnight
like a persistent lover
The sole function
to measure the recollection
of our passing
with the data of cascades
plunging f... Posted by Jaded Empath on Mon, 12 May 2008 04:42:00 PST |
Tu Mio Ganza |
I am a gift
I am surrender
I am joyous experiences of letting go
passive, receptive, feminine
opening my body to your touch
you dive in and I surrender
Do you want me?
I want to surrende... Posted by Jaded Empath on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 11:19:00 PST |
I name you |
I name you...
whose eyes I do not know
yet
I saw them closed
I have you...
whose hands clasped my hips
pulling me tighter
whose legs parted
my thighs
breasts touching
I do not kno... Posted by Jaded Empath on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 11:12:00 PST |
You and I |
Together in Freudian slips of y
our bodies pressed
lips
tongues
fingers
all moving in fever dreams
we attempt to meld
I revel the
taste in my mouth
gliding lips
become slick
sparkling
s... Posted by Jaded Empath on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 11:07:00 PST |
Passion is Athletic |
We are two children running
I can almost keep up
sometimes struggling
Passion is athletic
we are circus contortionists
as we dance until our clothes are drenched
shirts sticking to skin
... Posted by Jaded Empath on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 11:00:00 PST |
Sharpest Edge |
The sharpest edges of desire meet across sleep
Into blurred dreams my fingers cut paths into you
planting themselves firmly into your rocking body.
We work out the cramps of runners
from... Posted by Jaded Empath on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 08:45:00 PST |
Creeps |
My Love creeps in on me wetly
taking me in its mouth
I am snail
leavening glistening tracks
across the paths of others
Taking me in its mouth
I roll slowly
then thrashing
across t... Posted by Jaded Empath on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 08:38:00 PST |