The Tease

There is something wildly exhilarating about holding off from having sex with someone you have recently begun a relationship with.

Teasing each other, drawing it out, focusing exclusively on foreplay,  just building up that sexual tension until finally you just both can’t hold back anymore else you’ll burn up.

It makes finally giving in feel so exquisite, elevating that first time to something like art.

To be witness to that pleasure in another human being, especially when you’re the one giving that pleasure, is second to none as far as I am concerned.

I wrote a little bit about it in my last post as well, you can check that out:D

Pleasure Incarnate

sun kissed skin
glistening
sweat stained
full breasts
swelling
as you ride me
again and again
hips clenched
eyes wide
trembling
as you hit the high notes
of that song that has been sung
since the dawn of Humanity
crying out
for mercy
for more
Gods for more
and I am nothing but a witness
to your beauty
arched back and screaming out
caught in this moment
singed into memory
Pleasure Incarnate

Mirror images

Mirror images

haunt my waking dreams

a cruel phantasm of existence

I see myself again and again

torn apart

cobbled together

a Frankenstein Monster

a mockery of life

just a semblance of what it is

to be Human

To be filled with life

To be whole

Only for these mirror images

to reflect back my truth

 

The laughing God

Ruptured spleen and splattered blood
human frailty spilled out for the world to see
a canvas of pain and suffering
walking through streets of midnight
amongst rubble strewn streets
choking on a scream
choking on hope
choking on this thing we call life
dreaming of a place
not here
not there
anywhere but this
this existence
this weakness is
nothing but a joke
and I am nothing
but the laughing God
ruler of blood splattered
rubble strewn streets
empty homes
and scattered dreams
here
at midnight

-Jason B

Purgatory

 

I reach out
grasping
but there is nothing to hold onto
Falling without end
The wind tears my skin
again and again
Purgatory is within
There are no boundaries
between past and present
A cycle of fear and disgust
played out, no control.
I empty out through blinded eyes
and overflow, choking on the waste
of memories.
Freedom only in death.
Life only in forgetting.
Can’t forget. Still alive.

-Jason B