A Crush at the Beach

A Crush at the Beach By Moss

Everyone has their own fleeting
lighthearted crush at the beach
from rock hard abs to pretty feet
Except for romantics they always have two 

On occasion when I visit the beach
In the blistering height of summer
I like to swim on-top of the surf
Far out at sea bobbing in the cool water 

I see supple woman enticing tortured married men
on the shore with hourglass figures and jumbling auburn hair
I laugh as Husbands eyeballs come loose falling out of their heads 

like stunned mullets they grope around in the sand with deep-seated lust 

After coming in from the sea after getting cold
I shake off the remaining blue water clinging to my pale white chest

To my right I see a Scandinavian girl with a full figure
She reels me in like a stuck fish in a net
I throw a glance her way causing her to laugh with mirth
Then I clumsily scatter seashells in embarrassment
with my awkward clumsy limbs 

As I lose track in the mind-addling sun
The One I have been waiting on finally appears
like a vision of love she washes up gently
on the sweet pebbly beach up north 

In shocked as she begins to sunbath topless
Why not she's the queen of the seas
free the nipple
the unmatched glory of a watery kingdom
baking in the sun
While the ocean teems with uncensored aquatic life 

Her short brunette hair draws you
Until your almost drowning in her deep green eyes
The depth of which is over a thousand fathoms deep

Tan-lines

Why do woman try their hardest to eliminate their tan-lines

I mean have they ever asked a hot blooded man whether they like them or not?

If a woman was to ask my opinion I would say with a resounding YES

I love them like them adore them desire them

And a resounding NO

To even thinking about getting rid of them.

But why is this?

Maybe it’s because

Men in our vast majority don't have them

So those thin insignificant lines make you infinitely more feminine

Vastly accentuating your allure and primordial power over us

Not to say that

A woman without tan-lines is any less attractive

I for one would never dream of asking someone to lie down in the sun to get them

I'd worry too much about your over exposure to the sun 

And yet there is part of every man's hearts that wishes

In the recesses of his being for a woman to have bold bright tan lines

Illuminating and skimming across your skin and cutting like fine diamonds

But why?

Maybe it’s just because they are overwhelmingly sensual

Or equally as likely it’s probably just because they remind your lover of your lace bra

even

      when

             it's

                 been

                        taken

                                off

Friends till the end

Swift-footed Love Ad infinitum

I Guess You Never Really Knew

Our life together once in bloom

finished short in the throes of eternal youth

Both hearts once filled with bubbling champagne in crystal flutes 

Until love gave up broken ruined spilling across the kitchen table we fucked on 

I grabbed your hands you kissed my lips 

under milky stars flickering in and out we became one 

you opened your mouth i clutched your side

I held your face and watched dark tears streaming down

The pain the misery the heartbreak the sinister depression 

How you fell out of love slicing my soul to tangled ribbons

I thought honey if that's true I guess you never really knew

How out of control with manic flaming love like a raging fire I existed purely for you  

Too many times I sacrificed to gods devils with powers unknown to hold your favour 

Oh how my whole world came crashing down when I lost your smoky voice in my darkest hour 

For years I searched in vain for a silver lining to easy the lonely bumpy road

It's ok I hope your happy curled up in some Burgoise home with a man I could never be 

Some stand up bloke with a well paid steady job tidy room fair skin quiet eyes funny jokes

I can see him smiling at you the way I use too then falling asleep like a sleepy spoon

Just promise me this baby don't forget you loved me too 

Remember you loved me too remember that summer just me and you 

When I made love to you then you whispered In my ear I wished the world could stand still 

Don't forget how we fucked it was beautiful that windless summer night just me and you 

When I made love to you and you gripped me tight and the universe stood still 

Blurry Bittersweet Memories and Rude People

Some people are so predictable. They think they no more than everyone else and have this whole life thing figured out. They're the passive aggressive type in a good secure job with a painful personality unable to attract anyone's of quaility. They pretend to be your friends when secretly they hate you and want to be living a life far different to their own. Like lepers they lament their drudgerous lot in life while at the same time they feign love for their many painful pursuits.

At a party I recently attended, there was such a horrendous description. I had never meet them in my life and they didn't bother for a second to introduce themselves. In a mad high voice they proceeded to talk to the people I was sitting and chatting with offering meaningless chit chat and unwanted lip service. Sometimes I wonder who raises such bratish human beings so devoid of manners and politeness. Sure we all have our faults but should always make the effort to be courtesy and do right by others as much as we can. Depending on how you treat others sooner or later the circles you move in will either be more enticing or stale depending on your character traits. One when was ready should do their best to shed off as many trivial boring and insufferable aquantancies and old high school friends. One shouldn't waste to much time energy or tears filling up the dead empty containers of persons with your own limited supply of empathy and love ❤️ Family should always take precedent over friends in my opinion too.

Well since this post is already a bit of a moan I'd also like to address something that has been heavy like a thousand gold talents weighin on my mind. This problem actually caused me a great deal of discomfort and triggered off residual pain like a terrible wound. My mother recently bumped into the Father of someone I use to hold very dear to my heart, in a way I still do, but nothing like the affections I once shared for this person. Although I had no interest in knowing about this person I found out they were working in government and had a string of partners and failed love relationships since we parted. In a way this saddened me deeply, as an extremely emotional person I felt rather melancholy.  I already knew this person had moved on and didn't begrudge them as I had too though still suffering from bloody heartbreak. When I found out the news about this person it was as if a vital piece of my heart had slowly died or stopped working, unable to pump oxygenated blood around my body causing a temporary depression. After mulling this over for a couple of days I slowly recovered and rejoined the present world and stopped being dragged into my past universe inhabitated with unimaginable conflicts, malicious spirits and frenzied poltergeist.

Once I had fully recovered and obtained command over my freewheeling and vivid mind I became stoically glad to have felt the pain that was first given to me early on in life. As a young child I had always been different and suffered from low moods and dreadful pain unknown by most for whatever reason I shall never know. However through my reflections on this person who more than a deeply uncaring person was a wounded child I knew in my heart that we were simply incompatiable. I being a caring loving person who is naturally supportive and kind-hearted should avoid being with someone  who is hellbent on destroy any happiness that walks toward them on wilting and ugly knees. My self-esteem reduced to a negligent entity was an unexceptable cause of such a poorly matched union. No instead I was made for much grander things and to be loved equally if not more than as much as I could give to a happy and loving partner. I thought to myself; "In the end it must be so that selfishness begets gross unhappiness. Pain brings forth everlasting joy and past love must remain forever locked away and abandoned in the past, left to die in solitude under the trees of love sprawled out across rolling hills in blurry bittersweet memories".

Champions of Love

champions of love         buckle on your armour       and march to the front
Where the brave           Win Glory and the weak    lose their lives
With bronze spears        fierce arms and the        sweet favour of Gods
They fight for love         without hate                desiring least wars gold
drunk on wine             and beautiful woman      queens virgins and whores
Until their own           death spectre appears      faster than swift horses
Guided by Zeus          heroes falling like toys       their hearts bleeding out      
drowning rivers            leveling land                   dripping crimson on sand
Shrouded in dust         irreversible war             Arrows ripping through flesh         
morning                         night                             and noon
Champions of love         Without the Gods           by your side
You will plummet          headlong face-down         in the nourishing earth