quickie....
by Greg Rogers on Friday, March 8, 2013 at 8:57am ·
...through lucid passions of illusive dreams filled with lust and energy of merging flesh feeding frenzy of carnal satisfaction .moaning and groaning and screaming in movement of touch and taste through feel and felt high and low sweating merging of flesh skin apon skin making heat making love making the world disappear through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm recreating each other re-affirming themselves with vows of love....
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
written in blood....
written in blood....
by Greg Rogers on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 at 2:31pm ·
....hold the blade firmly grip it tightly so it does not slip let it peirce the flesh cleanly feel the blood how warm and slick it is smell the copper tinge you have released taste it full and thick a rare wine of some degree all is nice is it not but wait my heart you have missed look the blade is plunged deeply you felt it scrape bone as you forced it hard into me the place is right a perfect hit into the center of my beating living breast but there is no heart how could you miss with such a precise strike where is it where has it gone oh where could it be oh thats right you devoured it already ripping it from me long ago eating it bloody raw as a beast in a passion storm my blood you have already tasted and tainted with your touch blackening into vile and refuse of what once was life now a rotting corpse stone in your soul your bowels kept there prisoner for all time and yet i still live your haunting nightmare of a sinful crime your walking hell on earth your living dead memory of what once was innocence now becomes death of all that is touched....
by Greg Rogers on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 at 2:31pm ·
....hold the blade firmly grip it tightly so it does not slip let it peirce the flesh cleanly feel the blood how warm and slick it is smell the copper tinge you have released taste it full and thick a rare wine of some degree all is nice is it not but wait my heart you have missed look the blade is plunged deeply you felt it scrape bone as you forced it hard into me the place is right a perfect hit into the center of my beating living breast but there is no heart how could you miss with such a precise strike where is it where has it gone oh where could it be oh thats right you devoured it already ripping it from me long ago eating it bloody raw as a beast in a passion storm my blood you have already tasted and tainted with your touch blackening into vile and refuse of what once was life now a rotting corpse stone in your soul your bowels kept there prisoner for all time and yet i still live your haunting nightmare of a sinful crime your walking hell on earth your living dead memory of what once was innocence now becomes death of all that is touched....
Sunday, March 24, 2013
look inside....
look inside....
by Greg Rogers on Monday, February 25, 2013 at 4:53pm ·
....look deeply inside this well
and see the soul entombed within
cold and dark feel the light leaving
soon night shall reign clouds filled with
torrential flashes of a life lived insane
smothering and flowing and venom filled throughout
the stones cold as hell is thought to be
hell is the thoughts of the soul lost mind
hearing the echos of no sound
screaming it's pain it's agony
no hears and no one sees
no one is there but the inner demons
that feed....
by Greg Rogers on Monday, February 25, 2013 at 4:53pm ·
....look deeply inside this well
and see the soul entombed within
cold and dark feel the light leaving
soon night shall reign clouds filled with
torrential flashes of a life lived insane
smothering and flowing and venom filled throughout
the stones cold as hell is thought to be
hell is the thoughts of the soul lost mind
hearing the echos of no sound
screaming it's pain it's agony
no hears and no one sees
no one is there but the inner demons
that feed....
such is the day that is none....
such is the day that is none....
by Greg Rogers on Thursday, February 21, 2013 at 10:34am ·
....the rose bloomed red with golden hue 'til the sun was stolen hidden away by the clouds covering the rose in darkness and despair changing it's look it's feel for life now blackened and hollow a picture of the world a reflection of the night and days it spends in loneliness and misery no wind blows now nothing moves the clouds no rays shine down for the rose no warmth no comfort tears fall as rain is sewn in sorrow despair distraught empty echoes sound as thunder rolls and rumbles how long will the rose last in this dead immortality how long shall the sun be hid and life smothered how long til the end comes nigh or it the end merely a dream....
by Greg Rogers on Thursday, February 21, 2013 at 10:34am ·
....the rose bloomed red with golden hue 'til the sun was stolen hidden away by the clouds covering the rose in darkness and despair changing it's look it's feel for life now blackened and hollow a picture of the world a reflection of the night and days it spends in loneliness and misery no wind blows now nothing moves the clouds no rays shine down for the rose no warmth no comfort tears fall as rain is sewn in sorrow despair distraught empty echoes sound as thunder rolls and rumbles how long will the rose last in this dead immortality how long shall the sun be hid and life smothered how long til the end comes nigh or it the end merely a dream....
musing 15
....through this lonely desire the empty walls echo the pain of the dying fire lost to the wind and the rain lost to nothing because all is the same....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 02-23-13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 02-23-13
awaken the beast....
awaken the beast....
by Greg Rogers on Tuesday, February 19, 2013 at 9:13am ·
It wakes, hard, throbbing, and full waiting for your touch for your receiving of what is offered. Wanting and wanting overflowing with passion and lust hungry for your flesh for it’s carnal feeding apon you, inside you, moving and pistoning, pumping and pulling, slow then fast then faster the feeding frenzy has begun. Feeding hard and harder biting,
Scratching, hair pulling feast of all sane becoming insane. Hearing you moan and scream
And move, a living alter, a breathing machine of sexual desires and cravings. Wanting you needing feeling you growing growin growin faster harder faster harder push after push intensity building, passions growing begging for release wanting the freedom to flow throughout. Wanting you only you, your spirit, your heart, your flesh, your entire being and all you have to do is awaken with it and allow it to happen…
by Greg Rogers on Tuesday, February 19, 2013 at 9:13am ·
It wakes, hard, throbbing, and full waiting for your touch for your receiving of what is offered. Wanting and wanting overflowing with passion and lust hungry for your flesh for it’s carnal feeding apon you, inside you, moving and pistoning, pumping and pulling, slow then fast then faster the feeding frenzy has begun. Feeding hard and harder biting,
Scratching, hair pulling feast of all sane becoming insane. Hearing you moan and scream
And move, a living alter, a breathing machine of sexual desires and cravings. Wanting you needing feeling you growing growin growin faster harder faster harder push after push intensity building, passions growing begging for release wanting the freedom to flow throughout. Wanting you only you, your spirit, your heart, your flesh, your entire being and all you have to do is awaken with it and allow it to happen…
I have no gifts nor flowers
....i have no gifts nor flowers nor plans this night i never do there nothing i could say or do nothing i could plan that would explain the depth of my love for you together we are and together we shall be souls intertwined through eternity on this day as all the days before and all the days to come i offer you my love that has been yours and always will be....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 02-14-13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 02-14-13
Saturday, March 9, 2013
misted note....
misted note....
the eyes see but the view is dimmed
the mind thinks but the thoughts are grim
the lungs breathe but the breath is not wanted
the body feels but there is nothing to feel
the heart beats but the sound echoes
within this shell of what used to be
a living vessel
now there is just this echo....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10-24-12
the eyes see but the view is dimmed
the mind thinks but the thoughts are grim
the lungs breathe but the breath is not wanted
the body feels but there is nothing to feel
the heart beats but the sound echoes
within this shell of what used to be
a living vessel
now there is just this echo....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10-24-12
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