Spill

All the things I wish to do in this life I do in bed; yeah it’s called dreaming but the mess which is my life I already have all around me. So why would I want to dirty such a place that isn’t a mess… because I want it messy but more importantly I want someone to help me make a mess; so let me spill it.

I once cried at night… before The Abomination stole my tears, I was never sad in bed though, it was just so damn beautiful, the world and the girl of my dreams. What about growing up, yeah I had plenty of “wet dreams” and considering how often I masturbate… yeah I think we’ll move on. Last but not least is the sunlight that drowns my world; there is no one here to save me… do I need to be saved; maybe I just want someone to sink to the bottom with.

Love is sacrifice, always remember that; my bed is the altar upon which I wish to be sacrificed, amongst other places but let’s stick with the bedroom for now. I wouldn’t mind the mess as long as I’m not the only one having to clean it up; I know I’m dirty maybe that’s why I want someone so clean, to remind me of what I once was, to take that away from someone else, and to finally be guilty and willing. I want someone who can thrive in the mess just like I do, to lie with me and be lost to a dream which is now reality.

My love, my lust, and my sick appetites are starting to overflow and I know how to stop it but I just can’t do it alone. So I lie here in the muck and the mire of love’s fire, just waiting for some beautiful girl to clean up the spill.

~Spill~

Spill
Better than any sleeping pill
Yes there’s water
And yet I quarter
For I am drowned
Bound
As you are too
In love us two

Spill
I steal
The heart, the honor, and the drops
But should I stop
To continue, to proceed, to want and need
You and me to be
A dream, a creation, the two of us
Making love

Spill
The skill
Of bodies entwined
Curves and lines
Perspire, inspire, lifting us higher
Heaven or Hell this fire
To treasure
Such pleasure

Spill
Until
All is spent
But not rent
You always
Night and day
Colors dry
Beneath the light

Spill
Here
Over you and me
And so we sleep
The light
You my beautiful sight
Love overflows until
Upon the bed we Spill

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