It must have been you keeping me down

I've spent endless days wondering why,
thinking that I was some odd dysfunctional guy,
but then interactions with others,
made me realize,
that it must have been you keeping me down!

I've spent endless days in private reassurance,
only to read an ironic email disturbance,
the frustration in me grows,
but then others make me realize,
it must have been you keeping me down!

Now creativity flows free from me,
the seed of inspiration is given to many,
others who know and desire,
the things I have to offer,
while standing nude in the shower.

Friends and lovers who have no doubt,
about who I am and my desire to never be without,
these are the people who made me realize,
it must have been you keeping me down!

Life's much to short to be abused and hurt,
so I've wiped you clean from my life,
like a child wiping his hands on his shirt,
as my friends and lovers make me realize,
it must have been you keeping me down!

Far from sin

If you showed up on my door step,
I would let you in,
Knowing neither of us are far from sin.

If you phoned to give me an apology,
I would know it is half real,
because we live a life that is very surreal.

If you showed up on my door step,
I would let you in,
because regardless of it all,
we are both far from sin.

If you showed up on my door step,
I would give you a chance,
to make one less statement of chance,
to be truthful in knowing,
we are both far from sin!

In a dream I had last night

In a dream I had last night,
you were laying next to me,
both our bodies trembling as hands touched skin,
feeling my body heat transfer to you.

In a dream I had last night,
my fingers explored your body,
running my fingers from your head to your toes,
you laid next to me fully exposed.

My hands trembled as I caressed you,
feeling goose bumps rise and fall,
the touch of your skin against my lips,
the taste of you seeping deep into me.

In a dream I had last night,
we were one with each other,
our bodies entwined,
our hearts beating as one.

In a dream I had last night,
we explored each other,
some places new,
the others familiar.

In a dream I had last night,
no words were spoken,
just two in the heat of passions and desire,
then I woke this morning,
with nothing but the taste of you in the air.

Does he know?

Does he know?
I am the one you think of during those moments,
the desire in your heart belongs to me,
that your checking my blog for things like this,
something you don't want him to see.

Does he know?
the posts here are signs that I still care,
that they make you sit and stare,
in tender moments you wish it was me with you there.

Does he know?
you've spent days and nights in regret for hurtful words,
that in one week of our passion is a life time of his,
that someday you will want to come back to me.

Does he know?
regardless of what we've been through you still love me,
that you miss my words, my voice,
that he will never know you as I do,
as it should be.

I hate that you...

Still influence my art.
are still the  first thing,
I think of when I start my day,
that I am reminded of you,
because of some object in my sight.

I hate that you,
were able to get this deep,
I hate that I was unable to keep,
the way we were before this time,
when we laughed about the effects
of red wine.

I hat that you got so deep!

The taste of you in the air

The taste of you in the air
brings me to my knees
we spend time making love
with beads of sweat
collecting in our hair.

The room fills with you and I
the taste of you in the air
we laugh and kiss
knowing we are a true love pair.

My sense grow as my fingers
stroke your body
feeling the goose bumps
rise and fall
releasing your scent
and the taste of you in the air.

What would a man do?

I had some time today to go through some of my old note books and found this writing...

I've been asking myself "What would a man do?"

What would a man do given an obsession that has lasted over a year?

The smell of her scent in the air so close, would he reach into her slender neck and breathe her in as if she were a drug?

Wanting to reach up and touch her... feel the softness of her skin under his finger tips.  An obsession lasting so long, so many paintings, solvents, dry chapped fingers does it's damage, would he be able to feel her?  Would she cringe at the touch of a finger such as these?

Would a man beg for the affections of such an obsession?

Would a man go to the lengths I have to feel her body in mine?

Her eyes have spoken volumes in paintings, now she comes here for a different purpose, she stands in front of him and her scent fills him as he slowly moves around her, getting close enough to feel the nape of her neck, what would a man do, breathe her in like a drug?