Insanity Preamble
by Joseph C.
Illustration by Wesley Vara

I'm standing in a corner,
of a twisted strangers mind,
crying in the darkness,
my emotions lost in time.
My screams will go unanswered,
my agony unheard,
No one will know my sorrow,
Or anguish I have learned.
Searching always searching,
For afar off place in time,
I'll stand alone forever,
in a twisted strangers mind.

Lips
by Joseph C.

Soft and sensual, with a delight touch,
slightly parted but not by much.
Oh, how they entice me, and excite me,
Like the touch of sweet ecstasy.
As they waver than beautifully meet,
Our touch is light, yet arousingly sweet.
As they open and our tongues embrace,
Stories are told by the expressions on each face.
As I fall against your inviting chest,
You hold me, I feel at peace and at rest.
Nothing else matters, everything else slips,
not a care in the world, except for your lips.