I missed you. . .

Absence Made My Heart Grow Fonder

Disciplinary Status

The Perfect Me

With 1 touch of the wick.
The spell was lifted.
Footsteps were walked on.
Then off.
Then on again.

Forget that the indigo blanket can smother the flame.
All dark waters are held at bay.
With truth to the self.
Restricted areas roped off.
The game is not a game anymore.
I denounce desire and put her in the corner.
With all her sexual innuendos on her sleeve.
Measures be made.
Fire contained for another day. . .
When there is something worth to burn about.

Little Restrictions

Like walking in the same circle.

Down Through

Sometimes I lay here outlining an imprint on the pillow.
Wishing you here with me.
You would read books to me.
Wearing your glasses.
Press me a kiss.
Till I take the book away.
Make you forget what you were saying.
With forceful laps.

It's been days since I have heard from you.
This is what I get to think about.
Through winds and cycles of me and you.
17 years in the making.
As always been.
Me over here... you over there.
Chicago blues.

Everything But the Rope

Untitled Idea

Just a Thought

What is Affecting

You sit on one side of the room
I sit on the other side of the room
You got your hands deep in the existing static
My hands folded under the knees and my mind racing
Now and then put on pause

The mind flashes me a card
Then takes it away
I am baited for more and have become the master
Of waiting
For more

Some Things Just Stick Out in Your Mind

It's So Easy

It's so plain and obvious
The desire and intrigue of you laced with powder
Like a open book

Pins in and on the stomach like sacrifice
Evidence caked under the finger nail
Hands behind the back and remnants of
Something full in my mouth and planted seed

Out of Focus

No Apologies

Sleeping Spots

Midnight basking in the light pathway
Your nape a nesting ground to later swallow
The curl of fingers and toes folded
9 years in the making
Ritualistic assurance

My Fake Smile

I can't believe that you want to go over there and lick her button. To think of you between her legs makes me push my lunch by force at the toilet.

Aftermath

See this hole there, this is where I keep your remarks.The feeling is mutual at this point on high scale with different punctuations. There is a tug and a pull that requires a purpose to be left in a corner to wait. If you are going to be so mean at least pull the strings tighter because I can still breath at this point.

David Lynch and Shoes

Last year David Lynch (master of film) and shoe designer Christian Louboutin paired on this erotic fetish photography project. You can see more of the photographs at this link http://www.wallpaper.com/art/fetish-by-louboutin-and-lynch/1811

Zapatos y Pies .01

Loving the apron too.