So got this

So got this

I see the shoreline, I see her naval…her vagina print is so alluring, it’s intoxication… so tempting! I’m on my path, the road is clear... resembling a still reflection; I’m seeing things! Those x pill & molly have me sweating out Remy Martin… I’m who-listing! But I know I’m near.

The white and black pavement, the road path and the cement… the review marrow is fill with crows & caskets… in front of me is multidimensions of possibility’s simmering into now; forming buds that will transcend me before me.

I’m traveling what’s behind and gaining that which I cannot see… but yet since! I’ve received a bullet burial in my mind and had the cells digest through my thoughts, while they roll of my tong and out of my mouth. They decorated the moon eyes with glowing craters...

My mood change revealing dripping blood white, trickling down my stain… black! I have collar creases, collar stripes… why don’t you understand that the pain is unbearable, describable… destructible?  You tell me. Was I meant to carry this on the side-pavement?

I’m conjuring from a different prospective in the barrel of snow. I lookout ward to meet the sun under the sun, flickering the crystallize air… I see the play fall in slow motion… the drizzle took the main role and bright the movie home. I will live here, or I want to… stay forever…

Who? Why couldn’t I remain?

I look down onto earth and seen what humanity had created… here is my spaceship, I am being monitored…what marvels of creations we have release onto this world… we have come so far, to only destroy or selves. Can this be the meaning of misery?

I lay there sexually… kiss my navel… I’m a so intrigued by you… my hands are in praying form, let’s begin a Sutra with your plum-clover on my tong… let the words begin to waver as swiftly as the morning brakes. I stand there; let this world course its bonds into a beautiful truth.

I am but a tool looking to shape our hearts… for the one we laid was now only a scattered mist of its former self… no matter how much of a menace I’ve become or how  insane that I lost, my voice will be heard… mentally departed, never need thoughts… I uplifted my stature with robe shaping my form… my head inflated strings for legs…

You called me a moon-man… the definite escaped me… let me be the devastation; bat around my neck; I’m not into paltry or animal cruelty, but when the night sky steps down, my fangs comes out. I will be our optical allusions… what you seen are not what you’ve gained… take several moments and look a ted closer… it will reveal itself when you can finally see self… you will understand.

Cry

Cry

I went deeper. Made her soul cry my name before I could even reach her, before I could even taste her lips! I told her stories with the orchestra jesters of my hands. I enter her mind with but a gaze, and opened the floodgates into places she didn’t even know existed… Because I wanted her to know!

I gave her every secret… opened her to spaces she’s never been. And took her to pathways that were paved by god! Oceans that were made out of the tears of our love making; nurturing grassland of our ancestors…

She needs me to dive into her deeply! I touched her; I caressed every portion of her, until she reached the moment of her childbirth. I made her body travel backwards; I made her heart beat in-between our breath’s as her love flowed forward.

Creating an credible song of never ending bliss and pure happiness… it baffled me, left me without words… made her hit notes that brought peace to humanity… we were put whole again, I merged her into me again.

Befouled you

Befouled you

Take my pain and screw it deeply beneath my skull… beyond what you call my mind to the seat of my emotions… let my agony drown… gasping for relief… let it sink, let it die slowly so that I can have peace.

Tears drop down my face at the speed of molasses… forming my glasses… which were given to me at the end of my classes. For I cannot see precisely as they did… my eyes created the vulture…

I peeled their heart with the richness of my words… with the scalpel of my vengeance… I was decapitated with my own pride and failed completely to the earth… the clouds stared down at me with their eyes of gray… forming thunderclouds to strike me… before I lied dead!

Stumbled in between streets, pebbles and chicks… because the double hour on the table doesn’t re-flip…The jaw dropping… sticks… the barrel is hot! My revolver of a trigger hand… is all so involved…

I’ll bakery grave you… so enjoy your gravy! I befouled you…. Bow to your knees and unfold your fear and let your dreams and hopes take to the world like butterflies in winter… I know it’s rare… BANG!!! I see it’s halo…

All

All

I remember when tattoos were $10 dollars and ladies free… piercing were $5 dollars back in my days… I wasn’t free! Ladies don’t fight over me…please! Pulling your blonde, black hair… your blouse falling, your skirt falling… pulling of that sexy…

Where’s my hand? Blow pop me…Dam babe… lay flat down… you grind, I love that! The chamber looks clean…Girl!!! I’ll fire you up like that aftermath of the gun powder… off that trigger.

Tie your legs up with chains… hook you up… suspend you in the air… and eat you up! Drinking that tattoo body… labels for me… lay yourself on the table for me… you smell the same, perfume beautiful… you’re perfect just the same.

Let me lick you… I like your smirk… you tell me you’re not ashamed… so I change things, reshape things… I promise you bitch after tonight! You will never be the same. Purple kush, blue bud… hold up!

I crave a love so deep that the ocean would be insecurely jealous and the end of time would become are home; I crave a love so vast that we become extension of space itself… so close your eyes and have me… while I devour your entrance… your noble place…

I’m your inside tsunami… super suction like salami babe, but fresher than life… there’s meaning between you and I. let the flowers bloom, let me tap into the portal of forever and bear witness to what  comes out… what define my equator… meaning my creator.

Family of love seeks representation… full of temptations, so last breath… a home made out of mushroom… fields of weeds… blows, blows… marking the moment of it’s blossom.                 

A rare maiden

A rare maiden

It was between her thighs… whispers between my lips, to the canvas of her undergarments… I since a breeze! A cold wind traveling down my spine… I’m so levitating; I’m so suspended in the flood of her love portrait… resembling the collage of her ecstasy emotion.

I am gravitation-less… I trinkle my jester… she’s wet beneath me… leaving her scent and stain on me… my baby couch! Oh this breeze! Her legs, her hair, her lips, her smile… flutters in the air like multitude of pollen in the atmosphere… of her… so wild and majestically free… magically hovering in bliss.

Oh! Women, your so sexy… take that drape of a dress off of you… pledge your heart to me… glide over to me… hover over my ego, my ambitions… drool all over me and swallow me… I’m your high-grade… sexually! Your grade –A… a rare maiden you are… a wife for sure! My maiden… devil-less allure… Yes! A devil-less allure… I smell the black & white roses… the fragrance of her plum rolling of my tongue.