Web of Desire (And.. a Brian Fun Fact) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

And sometimes the inspiration comes from the settling of thought and the rumbling of every other part..

“Web of Desire”

You are a thought –
An idea –
Conceptual,
So sensual,
And I –
Woefully incomplete.

You are falling rain
On my ordinary,
Pristine day.
With you around,
I find footing difficult.
As I fall,
And fly into
Your web of desire.
Your steel-tipped heart
Shakes me,
Makes me,
Weak in the knees!

Oh, I am still
So incomplete.

I feel
So very
Unsteady.
And so woefully
Not ready
Exploring your mind.
Cursed knees!

Allowing one hand
To rub the magic lamp
That exists
Betwixt your thighs.
The other grabs
Honeycomb hair
Pulling!
I open your legs,
And your starlit eyes
With my desperate mind!
Desperate wants!
Desperate needs!
Desperate times!

Grunting –
Our voices.
Amidst
Moon-soaked choices.
Haggard and moist,
Desperation!
No more choices
Exist.

Existing.

And I am –
Reaching!
Always reaching!
And I am –
Gritting!
Always gritting!

Incomplete.
Unsteady feet.
So very hard.

Oh!
Oh!
My voice tips..

Ah, yes,
Yes,
Yes!
Weak at the knees.
Wicked thief!

Delightful thievery.

Unsteady,
So, so very
Unsteady –
My feet.

And still even more
Desperate needs.

Slipping, darling,
Slipping
On unsteady feet
Feel so weak,
Weak at these, these
Godforsaken knees!

You are my cobweb of desire.
And I am your loyal,
Lustful fly.
Falling and flying
Into webbing.
Your webbing,
Every single time
That we speak.

© Brian Milici
May 21, 2015

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Today’s Brian Fun Fact: If you stick around long enough in my life. I will give you a nickname. It will come in an organic way, but I give nicknames to everyone and everything I care about. My pups are Sam and Dean.

Sam is Donkey, Donks, Biggie Sams, Smammy, and a bunch of other retarded names. Dean is Baby Dean because he kind of just, well, looks like a Baby Dean.

Haha. I’ve got probably two or maybe even three dozen nicknames bestowed upon me from over the years.

I was best friends with a guy named Bryan for about 13 years. Anyway, apparently to differentiate us my friends referred to him as Gay Bryan (haha, long long long story, but he once said he’d prefer, uh, to eat cum over mayonnaise) and I was referred to as Big Brian. Then when I lost all the weight they apparently changed it to Slightly Less Gay Brian.

WTF, man.

Cannot. Catch. A. Break. :)

But usually, I give myself stupid nicknames! Ugh. Recently I accidentally dubbed myself Simple Syrup. It’s bad. Bad, bad, bad.. haha.

Again, a story for another time. :)

Current Song: “The Part Where You Let Go” by Hem

Ohhh! And ask me a question here if you’d like to play the Question Game with me, and I’ll make an entry later answering all the questions asked of me. And I won’t put any names to the questions, so feel free to bring it. I’ll be 100% honest and transparent. The former I always am. The latter? That.. doesn’t happen very often. :)

I’m exceptional at saying a lot without revealing anything. :P

Last updated May 21, 2015