You cannot go.

We can never die, you see in my soul we go on.
To make up in the night, to make love in the morning.
Its love you see, it cannot die.
So on forever we will go.
You must see that we cannot ever leave me.
Its forever now that we have set us in passions.
Your kiss and mine in yours will continue.
If only for in the memories I drag out.
To show myself I am capable.
Not for the moment of passion, but forever of it.
It was not meant to be temporary.
Therefor it shall go on and on forever more.
Wrapped in your arms, your legs, your being.
Here I am, together with you, for eternity.

© Jeph Rants

Sick Miss

This type of thing hurts more the more we allow it to go on.

I have longed for this type of pain and will follow you anywhere.

The might it holds me as it completely rips me apart, inside out.

Its all I think about and all I can do to focus on anything else.

Taking my breaths and controlling the rapid beating in my chest.

In my dreams I wake confused and lost with yearning for more.

My lip is sore from my teeth at all the thoughts of just a form.

When they move I close my eyes and feel a wrench of my gut.

The part of me that would scream stays quiet pushing it away.

Agony I sweat and suffer like an illness with no want for cure.

No wound or spasm this pain is to last for ever and its clear.

The pain so strong it leaves no room for any pain from before.

                                                                                                    © Jeph Rants

Erase her.

I once thought I could love a woman. Then I showed her my writings, she looked confused.

I couldn't move on with her.

But she slid her hand in between my flesh and armor. 

I lied to myself to have pleasures of sin. She bit my lip and broke my heart.Yet every night I returned.

She told me to forget that stuff without ever asking. But it became where I my mind would go, so I couldn't close my eyes.

She worked me hard and let me have my way. I used her parts the way she ignored mine. All that passion pushed away, I buried deep inside her.

I needed something she had and more she didn't. I could not break her no matter how I tried.

Now I still use her, to get myself off on the pulp.

© Jeph Rants

His Story

I am starting to see that you were made for me.
Not cliche but in a very real way.
My eyes dart between your perfections.
Only a pause when lids close to find your lips.
With arms around you and a lift, no more weight.
You speak in ways that seem as if I wrote them.
Always knowing when I need before I do.
I have seen you forever waiting in dream.
Recognized from lives far beyond this.
Electricity runs between and never is draining.
How hard must we have fought to find us.
With trillions of stars in our way.
I am starting to see you fit me where I was missing.

© Jeph Rants

Soon

The need for it all now and for it to last forever.

Determined to overdose on the return of desire.

Taunting as if to see if they can take it all.

Passions that turn to tantrums when denied.

To yearn for another breath to quiver.

Making them shake as they confirm feelings.

Collapsing in the safety of knowing they know too.

© Jeph Rants

Finished

I want you to come. Hard. And I want you to make certain that you leave your inhibitions behind. Your limitations too. Lets not think about what we haven't done before. Don't worry about what I will think and I will make certain that I do things that other fellas held back from. I will give you everything, my body, my heart, and my good name. We will free fall together.


© Jeph Rants

Photographic dream

A bed can be an entire world for a few days.
Woven within the sheets, the pillows, and a lover. 
Tossing in and out of dreams and passions. 
Nourishing the soul more than the gut. 
Kisses and cotton mixed in moments now memories. 
A picture takes me back to being dizzy in love.

 © Jeph Rants