Eyes of blue filled with lust

Sparkling with fairy dust

Captivated on your stare

Time stands still and in stasis we dare

As I step into you

Hands skimming hands searching for the truth

and I find it

In your heated breath on my neck

The trembling of our hearts on this empty deck

Where lips align in dangerous proximity

The anticipation of our darkened affinity

Softly colliding with automatic grace

And tongues entwine in a serpents embrace

And then I slow you...

Still pleasing

Slightly deceiving

and then stop.

Just to watch you pout

Angered lips that want to shout

Red as poppies they shimmer and shine

Longing to be mine

Your eyes pierce me with electrical unease

But I aim to please

Fingers softly trail your face

As I urge you for embrace

I want to share the whispers on your breath

To hear the butterflies around your neck

As they struggle for release

and receive their wish when our lips again meet

delicately touching

On a prelude of wanton bliss

Where compulsion now twists

into little blue whispers

The comfort of belonging

and the wildness of abandon

Amber harbour lights implore your skin

Dispelling shadows on a figure of sin

As your stare intensifies

Discarded clothing by our side

Skin to silk and then skin once more

As passion oozes from every pore

Fingertips teasing the edges of lace

My hands at your waist

On silky thighs I wallow

and place silent kisses on your hips

Silk on my knuckles, you in my grip

As I find the button that puts stars in your eyes

Beseeching me to set you free

Stifled cries of ecstasy

Tell me that you have your wish...

© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.

Eyes of blue, filled with lust and

sometimes, I'm startled by a blink

as it creeps in quick and reminds me

that I'm mortal and death is a reflex

we're all born with. So I stare until it hurts

and penetrate reality past

the scratch of dry air as the image blurs,

I'll need tears to bring me back,

maybe if I stay lost in the haze

my glare will cure like leather and

I'll never have to fear the reminders.

but one day the hammer will test

me at the bend and my heart

will stretch straight across the screen

and my eyes will never again reflect

the ocean, lapping with salted licks

across the surface,

I'll see with eyes of black filled with dust,

and the blink will never recoil,

so I'm keeping track every day I wake up

and she smiles back.

Eyes of blue filled with lust and bad choices,

Heavy is the weight of your stare.

Suddenly nervous, I can't meet your gaze;

Whiskey shots in your hand like a dare.

And the music plays through my body...

See the rhythm in the swish of my hips...

Your eyes try to keep me steady in sight...

Whiskey shots leave your taste on my lips.

There's a spark that ignites between us.

Each time we're left alone...

I'm tired of pretending it doesn't exist;

Whiskey shots & the gauntlet are thrown.

And the music is filling your empties.

The whole world has ceased but for here.

Eyes of blue, filled with what-ifs and need;

Whiskey shots, so we can cloud up the clear.

Eyes of blue filled with lust and assurance;

Temptation must be your last name.

Desire is my power, I'm powering on...

Whiskey shots is where we'll lay blame.

And the music courses through my veins...

It's flowing in streams from my fingers...

You're coated like candy, starburst in my mouth...

Whiskey shots on your breath sweetly lingers.

Don't think about why we shouldn't...

Let's both ignore right from wrong.

We'll get drunk & dance til we forget about karma;

Whiskey shots for us both all night long.

And you move in and my eyes are closing...

Your lips hover lightly, close to mine...

I grab your collar & bring your mouth down;

Whiskey shots until we cross that line.

You kiss me slow; its sexy and playful...

Your kiss deepens, now making demands...

Your lips on my throat, hands grip my hips...

Whiskey shots must be in on your plans.

The heat of the night is a promise...

Night dwellers are the easiest prey...

Ruled by emotion, driven by desires...

Whiskey shots won't keep darkness away.

My fingers trace the lines of your torso...

Your temperature's rising with my touch...

You taste like risk on a hot summer night...

Whiskey shots, maybe we had too much.

I like the way your hands grip my body.

I like the feeling I get from your gaze.

I like your smile, blue eyes & all of those abs;

Whiskey shots, I really like this haze.

And the music reverberates hunger...

I'm starving; I could eat you alive...

The moment is over as the choice is removed;

Whiskey shots, headlights pull in the drive.

Eyes of blue filled with lust

pools of cerulean vaults

following my hungry thoughts.

Sensually curled lashes stroking me

moist red lips kissing my soul.

When her mouth began to travel

down my belly in wet moisture

I thought it must be my imagination

that such a creature desired me.

I felt a swelling of ardor

a tingling of immense desire.

I plunged within her cave,

dark and rich and intriguing.

Was shocked to feel her go limp

I knew with sinking heart

if I wanted to consummate our love

I would have to patch

her slack body,

take my lips and blow life

and breath back into

my inflatable doll.

Eyes of blue

filled with lust

banish the misty haze

of sleep and start

the hot blood's trace

to make the

ancient embers blaze.

Yes! The sparks remember

how to summon

flame and thunder

at a blink of

sapphires in the

moon goddess's face.

But slow down,

let the snail

now set the pace,

there is no winner

in this race,

no cup for heroes,

no victory

hymn to sing

no diadem,

and no disgrace

to reach the line

in second place.

Eyes of blue filled with lust.

Oh how I crave your dark twisted touch.

You put me in a trance with your seductive stare.

Do I tempt myself with you, do I dare?

Where did you come from,

you quickly just appeared.

Lurking in the dark shadow,

The way you look; I should fear.

You slowly walk to me.

Locked on your blue eyes is all I can see.

You pull my body close against yours.

I feel your body heat,

hearts pumping together making a satisfying beat.

Don't let go of me yet,

the sun is down; dark is set.

I need to know how far this will go.

Through this dark night the streams of lust will flow.

Slide your hands up my legs till you reach what you desire.

Lay me down softly by this roaring open fire.

As I touch your hispid face,

you unhook my bra edged with red lace.

Under the sky on this jagged sand,

On my soft inner thighs I feel your manly rough hands.

I hear the ocean waves break,

you have me wanting more.

Sprawled out sweating on this cold beach floor.

I grab you where you like it most.

The urge escalates to go all the way;

all night making love the way lovers like to play.

Not wanting this night to end,

I know you must go.

Please stay with me forever.

I render to you; my soul.

With a voice I will never forget,

he turns to me to say, "I cannot be here forever my goddess, please Let me kiss your neck before I fly away."

"For I am your Night Dweller and You are forever in my core, I promise you I will one day return for bloody more."

I waited night after night; by the ocean I stayed.

My Night Dwelling lover forever stayed away.

Eyes of blue filled with lust

Pools of aqua dare I trust

Lure me in this powerful gaze

Lost am I these rest of days

Hopes of love fill my heart

Surely though nightʼs end we'll part

For love is grand and lust is fleeting

Unlikely to surpass this meeting

Yet deep I'll dive into these pools

Ignoring all lifeʼs steadfast rules

For on this night I'll cast aside

Heart not abiding though mind has tried

Yes, I'll go where mind has led

Whispering inside my head

To guide me with its logic true

Too late…I'm falling for her eyes of blue

#nightdwellers #beginningline

Eyes of blue filled with lust

While my mind begins to rust.

The taste of you fills me up

To the point where I can't stop.

Your hands they roam,

Consuming me whole.

I feel as though I can't breath

While you smother me with your pleas.

Lust or love, it doesn't matter

As long as you're in my arms,

Choking me with your passion

And holding me with your adoration.

My darling you fill me up

With all this worthless yearning,

But I don't want one more day

To pass me by completely

Without you holding me.

While it may be hopeless cause,

It's a devilish desire to keep you close.

Eyes of blue filled with lust for the needle she hovered inches above her skin. The syringe was filled with a purple liquid, the hottest new commodity on the drug market. 'Joy' they called it. Or, rather, that was the street name. The scientific name was much longer, some superfluous made up name that only geniuses can understand. It's cousins, which I also took tended to deal out, were Sadness, Love, Fear, and Anger. Their overall group name were called Emotions as they taught every student in middle school, these drugs had worse effects than narcotics and hallucinogens combined. 

I watched her with curiosity as she stuck the needle in the flesh of her shoulder, the purple liquid dissipating from the vial and flowing directly into her bloodstream. Her empty face soon turned into a wide smile and sparkly eyes in a matter of seconds. The transitions from sober to high was an transformation I never tired of watching. It always intrigued me, as someone who never shot up but only dealt, how quickly an empty expression can turn into something so different altogether, so different from the blank world around us. 

"Thank you so much!" The girl squealed--Erin was her name--and tossed her blonde hair behind her. She was one of my regulars, visiting me at least once a month.

"Er, you're welcome." I replied, cold as always. In a world where everyone was steady and calm, I still wasn't used to my clients' outbursts after they emptied their vials. She pushed towards me the remaining crinkled dollar bills she owed me and bounded into the night before I could count them. I stuffed the wrinkled pile in my pocket and watched it as she faded underneath the dark sky. I gave her a smaller dose this time, so she would probably be back in two weeks. 

I yawned and went to the back of my storage garage to check on my supplies. I kept them all in a freezer in the back, hidden from strangers or police offers. I counted the vials of purple, blue, red, pink, and yellow, nodding as the numbers added up in my head. I wouldn't have to restock for a while which was good. 

Apparently, our ancestors had these liquids produced in their bodies and had little control over them. Scientists wonder how they survived so long before the extraction, when they finally figured out how to remove Emotions for the better, leaving us as blank people. It was good, they insisted. And I believed for the most part it was. Crime did go down. After all, Anger had led to murder. Love led to adultery. Fear had led to assaults and hate crimes. Sadness led to suicide. And Joy? I twisted the purple vial in my hand. Truth be told, I didn't really know what crime Joy was associated with, but it belonged to the Emotion family so it had to be bad. 

After the extraction, there were some people who felt too empty inside. They claimed they were missing something. One of the men managed to get his hands on some of the extracted vials and he shot up what was inside. When he did so, he told everyone he felt euphoric. Since then, Emotions became the number one hard drug family on the market. 

Personally, I didn't believe in injecting Emotions myself. I didn't want my body to be in ruins like the horror stories they used to tell us in grade school. And I didn't sell because I was part of the weird liberal rally who protested the extraction. But I was desperate for money. When I was fourteen, my parents died in a car accident and I was forced to relocate to this stuffy garage unit, the only thing I could afford. After I graduated, I found a small part-time job at a pizza place, but I never made good enough grades to make a good pay. I needed more. So I started selling. Drug junkies paid good money, and I got to know my regular customers pretty well. People of every age and position came to me, wanting different vials for different reasons. I tried not to ask too many questions, but curiosity always did burn at me. 

The only risk I had was running into the police. Selling Emotions on the black market was punishable for up to 15 years in prison or $10,000 bail money. I couldn't afford that so I took my precautions, hiding the vials, only doing business with regulars and semi-regulars. I tried to avoid the suspicious neighbors, who didn't like me since my parents' accident. 

The next three days came and went without any customers. It was to be expected in the middle of the season. Summer was a dry time for drugs and I had already refilled all the usual summer clients. It was usually the stress of schoolwork and holidays that drove people to stick a needle up their arm. After the first day and a half, I decided to close the garage door to keep the heat at bay. The humidity tended to creep in every opening it could find and since I couldn't afford the Upgraded Ice Air Conditioning Unit every home had, I was drowning in sweat just sitting on my couch. I spent the next day sleeping, trying to find cool in my dreams whenever I could.

I woke to a loud banging on my garage door. I bolted up on the couch and curled myself into a ball, wondering if the police had found me. Fortunately, I left the garage light off to keep it cool, so maybe if I stayed quiet, they would leave, thinking no one was here.

The banging was incessant. Why wouldn't they leave? Maybe, I thought, starting to crawl on the floor, I should hide under the couch in case they found a way in here. 

Just as I was about to crawl under, I heard a voice squeak from the door. "Please let me in!" 

I paused. It was the voice of a girl. A teenage girl, no less. In fact, it kind of sounded like...Erin. What was she doing here? I just refilled her!

I hurried to open the garage door coming face to face with blue eyes that were brimming with tears. I frowned. That wasn't right. I was sure I gave her the purple vial, not the blue. She shoved past me and entered the garage, not bothering for an invitation. I turned around.

"What's wrong?" I asked, starting to wonder if all the drugs had adverse effects. My mind swept through all my clients I had recently refilled. Frankie, who needed Anger. Sergio, another Joy addict. And Willie, the only person I knew who liked to shoot up the blue vials. How were they reacting now?

"It's my parents, Declan," Erin replied, tears falling out of her eyelashes onto her lips. I watched the salt water bubble against her mouth and bristled at the sound of my name. I didn't usually give out my name; I had only told her once because she kept asking and she was high, so I thought she'd forget. "They...they kicked me out."

I didn't say anything for a moment. If I knew of anyone who had a rough time because of their addictions, they never came to me about them. But Erin was different. She was young, about two years younger than me, and different. Whenever she came to get Joy, she acted almost as if I were her only friend. But I did know how it felt to be without a home. I felt my chest rise with compassion. It was an unusual but not impossible feeling for someone sober. 

"You can stay with me for a while." I didn't realize what I said until I said it. But, I meant it. The sight of the crying girl addicted to Joy was something I couldn't soon forget.

"Really?" She brightened, heavy tears still trailing her cheeks.

I nodded.

Before I knew what was happening, she was wrapping her arms around me, hugging me tight. Cautiously, I placed my hands on the small of her back. 

"You don't know how I felt when they told me to say goodbye to my room and my siblings," she cried into my chest. "I never felt so lost in my own home."

My heart beat faster and I wrapped her in tight. My face flushed and I wondered what kind of response I was having. It felt like the symptoms I've read on the back of the pink vials. The Love Emotion. 

The worst part was I wasn't alarmed at my reaction. I rested my chin on top of her blonde head, wanting to cry with her, Maybe, I reasoned to myself, we should have Emotions. Maybe Emotions were good. 

Eyes of blue filled with lust,

Could not believe he broke her trust!

Why would one do such a terrible thing?

When all she ever thought was how he made

her heart sing.

But this is what happens to those you see

Who look for love with only their eyes baby.

For to truly find love across the ages and be whole

You must first open your heart up and

See another with your Soul.

D,Boyle