Minuit Confession Du Pécheur

Twisting and turning in this bed.

Legs in a vise grip.

Air levels are depleting.

Gasping for acceptance,

Gasping for love,

Gasping for truth,

Gasping for understanding.

I am a huge contradiction.

I am the thing I fear the most.

I shake my head no,

But spread my legs,

In desperate anticipation,

For the devil’s euphoric stroke and flow.

My chest heaves anxiously,

For his talented tongue to taste my skin,

I need this sin.

My nipples tighten in practiced rhapsody,

For the soulless being taking me to ecstasy.

My core soaks in abject blasphemy,

For the ignorant bliss he brings for the night.

Suffocation is here,

The man in black has [finally] re-appeared.

My affinity for the sinful,

For the debauchery,

For the unattainable,

Will be the death of me.

-N

Put A Smile On My Face………..

“I just want you to come over….” -C.B.

You know how I feel.
You know what’s real.
Ill, will, seal,
You know the deal.
I’m dizzy,
from being on the continuous wheel.
My hearts open,
I hope you steal.
beg, borrow, anything.
Boy, you make me squeal.
You are it.
You are the ideal,
The thing I reach for,
The thing I’m trying to grab.
The one I nag,
grab,
snag,
anything to keep from calling and stabbing the phone for a cab.
I’m stuck.
I wanna go,
flee, leave.
My skin is tingling,
ready and waiting for your’s and mine skin to mingle.
Please don’t leave me single.
I’m insane.
My friends tell me to use my brain,
They say, “Nicole don’t strain.”
But I complain.
I need you like the earth needs rain.
I toss and turn but it’s all in vain,
Feeling drained.
Please, help me abstain.
But there you are standing,
holding that wretched glass of champagne.

-N