DS James Speaking From The Soul

Short attempt at romantic seduction.

Spoken word from the soul. You make me into the man that I am becoming. Gentle and soft, but only to a point. Caring, with tender fingers touching the rarest of souls made like glass.

I remember…you never kissed me when you said that you would. You finally saw me as my dark twin.

Oh, God what have you done? You created us…monsters. The tears of God no matter the name, they keep falling. We do not heed warnings.

Everyone Dies but you are my legacy. A young man, an old soul lies in bed with a single candle.

There are sixty-nine reasons why. #30 Your anger is slow to rise, but I tried your patience. #39 I fucked myself with your words.

A words are just words until someone believes, somebody needs, and one of us falls in love. And then we are mind fucked.

Maybe one day you’ll crave the ache to say my name. I will hear it. I will sense you no matter the distance.

Sometimes I write to you but more than that, I am often writing about you…The conversation starters is not what is important. It’s the actions of my mouth moving and my soul listening.

SPOKEN WORD: Before the sun sets and between the moon’s coming, the spiritual spaces between our souls exist.

SENSUAL EROTIC SPOKEN WORD WITH HAUNTING MUSIC

MY BREATH IS A FUCKING THAT YOU WILL NOT FORGET.

And you, and I, a we. This is what Adam felt for Eve…

Music by Alistair King: Climbing to Daylight. My spin on the vastness of space and time as destiny hurls me toward the fantasy that is you.

“Will you love me, hold me, find my hands in moments of distress, be the light against the blackest dark, and comfort me?”

As I gaze upon your eyes, I will ride beams of light to the moon. You are my Pegasus, my rocket ship, and I am your voyager. I write poetry. You are the words…

After dark, after dark, my sweet—dinner will be served. Alone with just the moon and stars acting as candles, we will eat…

Footsteps alone in the dark, I feel my way through madness, through sadness, searching, forever searching. I am afraid of you…

Lips the color of blood, eyes as dark as a sky full of the moon. A twinkle, a shooting star, as black as a death loosing all hope…

Shh, This is just a dream Fingers brushed, Thighs touched, as We ride the train together. Eyes locked, You smile at me. I lick my lips and smile your way. Shh, This is just a dream. Fingers brushed, Thighs touch, Eyes locked in a dance, All this happening in my head As we sway and rock on the bus. You are in my head. Am I on your mind? I dream of you. Will you dream with me? Slowly our lips touch....

Every lifetime leads me to you. Death followed by life, Light giving sway to night, My hopes shattered by time. Every lifetime, Every when, Every where, Every woman, she is Always you…

A Moment Of Respite Imagine for a moment that you are free. You breathe. You sigh. You exhale. You relax. But for a moment, you are safe. Men walk a tightrope. We stand upon a razor’s edge. A fall to either side is sudden death. We persevere. We hide behind a facade of strength. Where, Alone in the shadows tears fall slowly against the night. We compose ourselves in the dark before we step back in...

Thoughts and words forming a harmony between tenderness and my primal nature.

Ólafur Arnalds-So Far and my voice lamenting on the loss of innocence.