It's Zenobia

He wants peace  So I give him me Zen Cool, calm, complete Early  In the morning  Before the sun's love  Warms us He finds peace In the subtle sweet Core of me I sing soft songs now Against his mouth Mellow  Melodies  To ease  His tender throat I press  My tongue  Just so Against  His teeth His cheeks The wetness  As we breath Deep  Deep  We keep our rhythm  Smooth  We move Simple Lips Sipping Gently pressing Hips dipping Hands skimming Yes, Caressing The sun  Finds us  Naked Free  He  Lost in the peace  Of me My warm honey flesh  Melts  Against his own Milky fresh We blend best beneath These covers Cover all our bases  Fingers finding spaces  And tracing  Lines  Like  Love  Lust  Just the shadows  Of us Behind silk screens  I give him me  Gentle streams To soothe that soul To let him go To that  Place of peace That aches for...

He has given me Religion, God poured from his His hands, his mouth, his soul His whole self complete He seeks to spread his words to  Me, hot, steamed so sweet I beg to worship Here at the altar of him Of his perfect kiss I promise myself To his eager waiting hands Me, soft and open His skin on my tongue His taste, fresh salt on my teeth Mixed with sweet syrup Urging me to pray To cry his name fervently Over and over  He wants my promise  Skin bare, eyes shut tight, legs weak Speak, speak, speak he pleads I offer my sins Here, at the altar of him For absolution Please, deliver me I beg, melt beneath the weight, The taste, of this man I found religion At the church of our union His flesh on my flesh His bone on my bone He, deep within me, and I Ache hard for this home He gives me his faith wrapped in sheets, and hands touch as, I fall to my knees I have known heaven Here in the dark with this man I can now be free

I never was The girl  You take home To mom My own Not even  Wanting me around And now  I watch days  Go by  And I slowly die Inside I like the way  He smiles And the way his hands Feel On my skin And I love the feel of him But I just  Can't let him in To the place  Where my heart Was welded shut And not even love  Can open up These wounds These scars  Are far past feeling I want him  To love me  But I'm not really Sure of anything Except  My emptiness I'm not the kinda girl You love  I'm the girl  You touch  In the dark With your eyes closed While I whisper  The most  Perfect words you've heard --I'll be gone  When you wake up I don't want love I don't expect phone calls Or stars plucked  From the sky  I  Am not forever  Not a princess Or a prize No one writes words About my eyes Or my lips I am this  An empty shell A dried well A girl who can only tell The truth I am ...

I know I know  you keep  telling me  that you are no good at relationships that you  go from  one pretty face  to the next with minimal  amounts  of regret cause you're always honest on it's surface it's perfect  your words  they seem to be  the warning sign  the electricity  the calls to curious cats and you  will take all  the pussy  you can get the scene is set because each one,  every single girl is sure she'll change your mind but I  don't wanna be  the good girl that washes you clean  let me  be  for just today  your next mistake  the next heart  you break  with that mouth  that makes lies taste like sugar  with those hands  that can  make my thighs forget gravity  and happily  fall open  on  command god...those hands let me see  what your shirt  looks like  on the floor next to mine I am next in li...