lost love I

Tie me up with rope on the captain's port,
salty film to my skin time to lick it off.
Hardened candy apple lips glissen for your kiss,
I'll wait forever if that's what it takes.
Spread the knees and inject hot flesh,
intent to tear open with the softest of hands.

Rigid faces of pure imagery push their heads back,
vibrating pleasure rocks up and down my hips.
Dance along the tango with my body in your arms,
legs around you getting wet stains across the floor.
There's no such thing as a love life anymore,
only burning passion and thrusting organs.

Take off my skin and hold me closer with warmth,
push against me gently with hard kisses.
I'm tangled in your wood though lies,
wrapped around your pinky like a ribbon of black.
Bend down and pick up my clothes though you're not done,
you're like one of those leg humping dogs.

Submission on the highest of heights unable to look down,
tiny ants watch the display from fifty feet below.
Lips locked against each other pressed against a wall,
lifting me onto the sink ripping clothes with fervor.
Smoke escapes our nostrils with the dragon scent of weed,
smiles and laughing twisting morphing mind fucking.

My skin bares scratch marks of nails that are brittle with poison,
I envy your taste in my mouth and I awake with the smell in my hair.
Your arms are wrapped around my waist in rememberence of my mouth,
my mouth pressed between your thighs the cotton of your bed hot.
Dirty blond hair drapes your shoulders and I think I love you for a second,
green eyes look up at me and I pretend to be asleep.

When I leave I wish to be there again and I know I will,
I'll see you again after you offer a joint and I'll smile though I wasn't before.
The thing that hurts more then the headache of others is that you'll never know who I am,
you won't moan my name or say it with passionate kisses.

I almost loved you,
but you never knew it was me
no one ever does.