Soulmates Preoccupied

The thoughts of you preoccupy me
My days, my nights,
My personal stories about you, they sanctify me
The late nights we'd spend examining the eroticised city
The quiet moments we'd weakly fight its monstrous credibility
The early mornings we'd reflect its breathtaking need of poetry
Over numberless cigarettes
And countless cups of coffee
Quoting lyrics of our favourite song, escaping reality...
Exploring our raging connection like connoisseurs
And slaves to untutored passion, unlearned propagandas
Moving rhythmically on instincts and conjectures
No disclaimers, no disclosures
No dilemmas, just self-conscious
And an accomplice so uninhibited, a romantic promiscuous
Perhaps soulmates like you and I
Perhaps anonymous poets
With thoughts preoccupied

-PRK-

Ocean Breeze

He tinged her velvet lips, searching into her eyes
A hunt so choleric then slipped between her thighs
Her nails sliced through his skin, octave went high
A plunder she lust after, a diversion that never dies
His body drew closer to hers that's burning
Ablazed as they lean against each other's yearning
Confiding her sureness and puissant oddity
A symmetrical penury, a breeze that's probatory
As the sun take root, two souls simmered down
Softly they whispered, anticipating for the frown
But the love story marched on, along with the zephyr
Every moment then wangled the dire masquerader

-PRK-