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