You have me, my love
I have you: my promise
Love envelopes like gloves
Share lives, like always
Stay two-in-one till the end
Be always, my sweetheart
Spring through winter, we’ll blend
Together glued, never become apart
Like breathing in and breathing out
Day in, day out, for you my hearts beats
My life, my everything: can’t live without
Should you not live, my heart to death, bleed
You are the one I had searched, life long
You are the one, a blessing sent to me
You are the meaning of love, I had longed
Living with you happily, all I wanted to be
My unconditional love: forever be.

by Paul Sebastian

They say it better to love and lost, than to not loved at all
But they are all wrong.
For I have loved among the ruin.

I have walked in the land of disposable compassion.
None renewable emotions.
Yes world and everyone.

I have loved among the ruin.
Where tenderness is lost art.
Forgiveness can not be found.
Yes world.

I have loved among the ruin.
Where the sun of faithfulness does not shine, and
the bad Moon of doubt is all way full.
I have loved among the ruin.

For I can fill no more.
Lost is the will to find companionship.
Gone is the ability to love and be happy..
They are wrong to say.

It is far better to have love and lost, than not loved at all.
For they have never ever.
Loved among the ruin.

by jackie compton

The Wild Woman
She surfaced
Through the myriads of materialistic layers
Overpowering and taming the self
Ensconced in mores and traditions.
A butterfly in its beauty and naturalness
A life force, free, unhampered
A spirit of attunement
Leading to pathways strange
Hitherto submerged and hidden
Trusting your heart
Trusting the small guiding voice
Inside, wild, yet authentic
And true to self
Doing what gives joy-
Laughing, crying, dancing, howling,
Sniffing, growling, scratching, loving,
Running free, taking naps- the female soul
The source of the feminine, a luminous being
Sagacious, instinctual source of feminine survival.

by Latha Prem Sakhya

I want to be free,
Lost in a sea of beauty,
Fleeing life’s tragedy.

I have come to accept
That only through death
Will I ever escape the irony.

I will miss her,
Though I’m still unsure
Whether she’s a figment
Of my imagination.

If death means peace,
Maybe it’s meant to be.

by Ghost Legend

Model: Lila

legendary
stories of sirens
luring sailors
to their deaths
on piercing rocks

consuming
their flesh brains
ancient adhellas
preying on men’s
adventurous lives

plying
dark compelling spells
alluring enchanting arts
apparently sly prostitutes
in red light Jakarta’s

inviting
fresh flesh markets
hospitality hostesses
hide trade secrets
hooking customers

enticing
hidden golden charms
implanted gold inserts
embedded golden flecks
beneath skin in their faces

witching
spells golden lures
of confidence flashes
plays customer’s pockets
as prizes crash upon lusts

rising
juicy stormy passions
testosterone mounting beasts
sensory emotive floods
time locked before reason returns

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in September 2010 and April 2012 on the 17.9.2010 & 16.4.2012.

Abandoned without provocation
My lover set the stage
I plead for vindication
Ever I missed a page
My eyes no longer reflect upon her face
Yet I must go on where X marks her place

Blood lust captured in bold
A hot twisted lovers knot
Beware the young and old
You’ve heard of Salems Lot
Everything you’ve ever been afraid of
Disguised as someone you trust and love

Lifeless souls repent
Ones measure in the traps laid and set
Violet shades of passion discontent
Eyes toward heaven with no regret
Salvation concequence of empty faith refrained
Undead and dying before the loss rejoice unashamed

by Edwin Baldwin

Model: femmefinale.com