The dark dares me to open my eyes.

So, it began long ago That I practice a ritual For myself, does it show? I keep a little piece Of you, on my chest near my heart It began for remembrance But it’s grown into a possession One I’ll never care to thwart Your hold over me is true It is unrelenting It is something I’ll hold onto always.

You’re the catalyst. The accelerant That gets the flames Burning white hot. Scorched earth. Just deserts. Steady, ready or not.

There’s a truth that’s just lying Out there in plain sight, waiting. It needs you to know. It’s lingering, hoping you give up All of the things you’re made of. Behind the mask. Under the clothes. Body. Flesh. Spirit. Soul. It wants all of you. It’s greedy, demanding. Won’t listen to reason.

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It’s an eventuality That containment Will become moot. When equal or opposite Forces of nature meet Nature follows suit.

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses;

There is a certain and decided level of brutality, that manifests itself as this insatiable hunger for you.

keeping my blessings close, and my lessons closer…✨

Yes. I digress. The truth is left with me. I remain here in solitude, yet smouldering. Embers burning for you and me.

Scotch and ginger By the fire Raging against the machine And trying Poorly To drink Your ghost away.

To be out in the elements, with you. In nature, exposed. Doing all of the things that the wild things will do.

His spellbound adoration Lulled him over, so easily from within This enchantment had deep roots She had his submission to any sin.

As it turned out my comfort zone was her head on my chest, my hands in her hair.

Said every wolf in sheep’s clothing that ever walked the earth.

I want to feel the bite of your hunger. I want it to leave marks.

Her cadence Her confidence Her demeanour All have me Caught up in This drunken trance. Forever finding Myself bewildered Myself enamoured Myself bewitched In love with her everything In love with this dance.

To be truly seen. That is everything.

We meet in the night Under the stars and moon. The fire burns low And our tongues both Taste of the Irish Whiskey We’ve been sipping since noon. Our eyes and bodies Say every little thing Our lips and hearts hold back. It’s time we step closer It’s time we take that chance.

The point of origin was always a shade of red.

unbeknownst to you, I quietly love you

I am learning to hold myself with the same gentleness I once asked from the world.

I wonder when Another day Might come Where one might Find one’s self In the French Quarter Under the moon Or under the sun.

Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction.

Noted and emoted. Dotting the i’s. Crossing the t’s. The little things that matter, The grand ones no one sees.

Put the evolution in revolution.

It's all a part of the bewitching, my love.

Stolen moments Borrowed time A little to make due, Yet decades Into centuries Will prove this love true.

I’ll concede to your will If you’ll entertain my hunger.

It’s the things Subtly said Between the lines. My hands Frame your face As our lips engage On an epic That takes its time.

The lightning The thunder The heavy rain. The violent Nature of it all Mirror this Hearts refrain Of a brutal love Raging in your name.

Every bit of ink in her skin, a different taste on the palate, waiting to begin.

My heart and the love it holds, an oddity and antiquity waiting for your eyes to see.

There is this World of want Left burning For you Behind these Ancient ribs.

So petty And demanding Wondering Why there Would be So much disdain Under the skin A slow boiling Rage.

There is only One Wolf Inside me. His hunger is For everything, And it is a Constant.

Will be writing here a lot more moving forward while I navigate new waters, step on unknown paths. The other places becoming stagnant, brackish, unclear how long those will last.

You may forget or regret me, still I will never feel that for you. By being part of each others lives for however briefly, will always affect our paths forward. It’s truth.

Be all the want and desire you seek to find in the world.

You all know how much I love cartoonists Always on the pulse .

The truth is this thing for you has been burning for so long there’s nothing left in me for it to consume.

She is supernatural, in every way the word has ever been told.

Friday morning wishful thinking;