cold as stone,
possessor of bone-chilling beauty
I, alone,
wanting but not wanting to be
scratching and clawing at this
waiting for something to give
so give me a sign
a shiver, a sigh
a look in your eye
a reason to live

fantasy still
captor and captive are we
strangers until
desire and goddess intrigue
a slanting and movement of hips
a flush, a warmth of the skin
as night falls I wait
for breath, for fate
the sweet salty taste
pressing lips on lips

unrequited love
is what I know of love
I will stay
imagination may be for fools
imagination may be cruel
to be kind
at the end
of the day

ivory girl
chiseled and cooler than clay
icy reserve
is provocation. will you betray
eyes that linger and hold too fast?
if you stumble, if the mask
should crumble or fall
warm blooded after all
the longer you stall
so shall I last