buried and unknown, my heart becomes ecstatic when I meet your eyes

Mees Goudbeek

morning tenderness bathe yourself in the sunrise whisper love to me

Mees Goudbeek

Touching sun bathed grass we taste the flowering spring. These are our moments

Mees Goudbeek

Countless stars I’ve seen whishing for a happy day, now those days unfurl

Mees Goudbeek

Amongst balmy sheets Your thighs caress my cold hands, Guide me to slumber

Mees Goudbeek

My heart stings, but I cannot comprehend the whisper.

Mees Goudbeek

This marked heart singes from sadness and sarrow blackened from the fire it consumed your being, let me reconstruct these fallen pieces that you so dearly need.

Mees Goudbeek

I have burned myself touched the wildfire that is love, enkindling my heart

Mees Goudbeek

Your heart shines at night it illuminates the dark, fill me with your light

Mees Goudbeek

These words running through my mind wish to break out this lonely place, chained to doubt they remain in place never to be spoken.

Mees Goudbeek

grass, moist from the rain carries traces of the scent your damp body beared.

Mees Goudbeek

She opens at dawn Whispering to me with care A garden of words.

Mees Goudbeek

A cold summer night, someone made a fire. An empty pack of cigarettes slowly burns into ashes. There’s talking around me, people drink and smoke laugh about jokes, dance to the music, but they seem distant. All I see is her, and it feels like she is the only one here with me. and while I watch her I feel levitated I feel alive. Like a spell she had me.. magic and this feeling being off the ground, no sound but the beating of my altered heart, being opened to this creature of perfection made me love her.

Mees Goudbeek

Sheets scream of desire while pillows echo your touch, the night whispers Love.

Mees Goudbeek

As our paths are strayed a melancholic punch hits, enshrouding our souls.

Mees Goudbeek

Possessions are unable to fill the vacancy you left me with, for your touch is the only currency I need.

Mees Goudbeek

Are we but lost souls struggling to fill the mouth of our malnourished hearts?

Mees Goudbeek