Bisexual

I lay inside a black abyss
Only to be awoken by your kiss
Full of warmth, it gives me joy
Without you, my body would be a hollow home.
Only you can stir such fiery responses.
Your skin shines with your intensity within.
So full of emotion, so full of life.
Without him I cannot exist.
But I have to tiptoe around you, as your emotions will flare out.
And sometimes I fear you will burn me with your passion
But you don't have such a stimulating essence as She
She with her icy demeanor
For some reason, draws me nearer
Pale skin that glows with the radiance within
In your prescence I lose myself
Your being leaves a resounding echo
Your kiss, a hypnotic edge
She is my muse, my creativity
Without her I am nothing
But sometimes you turn from me, and I freeze to the core
And sometimes I fear i don't have you fully
But you don't stir such a lavicivious heat as He
The Moon has my soul
And yet the Sun has my love

Sin

You are my one and only sin
with you I indulge myself.
I lust after you, to have you to myself.
The sight of you, only fuels the fire.
Wrath consumes me when another touches you,
I envy that they can and that I am not one who is able to,
for I am not as close as them.
Pride fills me when you look at me, notice me
because I was able to make you, something about me did.
Hours spent in front of the mirror, preening, I am beautiful
I crow, Vanity consumes me.
Sloth, I become in your presence, I wish to spend as much time around you as I can,
even if you don't know I'm there.
I am glutton for punishment, it seems, because you will never see me in that way.
You are truly evil, even though you don't know it.
Wicked and poisonous,
One taste is not enough.
The antidote is your essence.
You are my one and only sin.

Memory

The full moon shines.
our
stolen moments.
She dances.
Her body sways.
An unheard music plays.
Her shadow
asks me to dance.
I decline.
It shrugs.
She twists,
weaves
through hollow trees.
Leaves
whisper.
Beams caress.
Beautiful.
She laughs.
I smile.
I join her.
Our bodies compelled
by unknown.
Our steps create a tone.
A dark melody.
Our shadows
engage
in an intricate dance.
Ancient.
The Wind
murmurs
the words.
Faster.
Faster.
Until
the music
stops.
Silence.
It is
gone.
The memory.
To return.
The next time
She
laughs.