Thief of Innocence

Her beauty is a warm mist on a cold winter's night, kissing the yet frozen petals of an unblemished flower.

For she alone can understand the softness required to bring forth the luxury buried beneath.

He is but the thief of her innocence, knowing not the damage yet to come.

So he sends out his strength to carry her across the barren tundra.

The hunger needed to bring forth her flower is far beyond his essence.

So he waits for love to take him to his ultimate end.

Basking forever in the shadow of unkempt pain.

-Johnny V.

River

The fridgid currents accept the tiny tokens of her false love like needy and damaged children.

As the ripples run from me so too I believe do my memories of her.

My tragic soul understands that she has blistered me so deeply there will be no return.

No place will I crawl to escape the memory of her.

Like newly formed tears my dreams tumble from my being.

I hopelessly lie to my heart that one day the hurt will cease, and the torment will end.

-Johnny V.

Dirty Dangle

The silky, white, arch is visible just above the soft leather. His attention in an instant is aroused.

A slight nudge and the strap breaks its hold. His interest grows stiff.

Allowing her spiked neighbor to hover just above the ground. It is he knows the point of no return.

The plump digits balance the pointed front line. He licks his lips in anticipation.

From across the room he hopes it will tumble to the floor.

-Johnny V.