15 April 2007

Too many Times

(randomness)

©Spring C Hyde


I've thought of your smile, smothering mine with a slight kiss,
touching my soul with fingertips tainted with scorned love.
I've ached for those very fingers to scorch my being,
burning yourself into my core, making me yours

.....one.......syll*a*ble.....at.....a.....time.....

break me, make me bend to your whim,
create your slave based on unhinged rivalry.
Tear me open and ravish me,
Leaving nothing but crumbling sanity behind.

Make me reach out into the darkness,
Grasping for the coldness you’ve become,
Reach into my existence and rip it from me
So that I only need you,
that this aching in my heart will be yours and yours alone.

And when you’ve heard me cry out,
Grasp my hands down,
Bind me with your flesh and force the ache from my throat.
I cry your name, and you don’t hear.
You’ve lost me in your desperate act of trying to prove your existence.

You tear through me, trying to feel something.
My cries echo, but only your voice is heard,
The soft screaming of a tormented soul
Plays over and over,
Our sad melody of love.


©Spring C Hyde

09 April 2007

I Dont Deserve This Feeling

but for some odd reason, i have a sense of loss and lonliness right now... idk why... just i feel... empty... suddenly empty...

my arms feel cold, my heart heavy with unshared emotions...

i'm aching for someone...

but i dont know who...

a familiar voice? an unfamilar feeling?

idk...

i just know... this strange... achign feeling... in my chest...

but i dont know who its for...

07 April 2007

Aching Touch

~not sure if this is unfinished yet or not~



© Spring C. Hyde

My fingertips ache for you…
They miss caressing your neck,
Feeling you tighten at the thrill of a touch,
Sensitive where you didn't know you were.
You thrill at my hands,
Excited, confused, enticed, desiring…

Just… one… more… touch…

01 April 2007

His Grip

Another possibly unfinished one



© Spring C. Hyde

I can feel his grip, pulling me down into his world.
Holding tight this feeling neither of us have felt before.
He grasps my hips, pulling me deeper onto him,
I fight like a cheetah for her dinner.
So satisfying, so sustaining.
I cant get enough.
A thirsty man looking for that last drop,
I want more of this love,
More until we run out.

My God, I hope we never run out.