| Womb to tomb pursuit obtuse legs tread steadily and descend into the quest keeping abreast in the temperamental flow of this schmaltzy cascade. infected feet squishing into the gritty bottom of your liquid hollow I grasp for breath inundated crusading cerebral death and tho you take me low-level. I follow... |
| The palest droplet of love laid o'er the mouth falls like the richest wine and leaves a hew of the flavor shared upon the lips, and a lingering of ambrosia on the tongue. It leaves you fuddled and unsteady upon your stems, head giddy upon it's wind. The indistinct soul leaves you wanting; he provides for growth with curiosity and doesn't sit at the bottom of your stomach like a stone. |
| While a stinging spank and tethered leash seem hostile infractions The mere thoughts have proven conducive to my satisfactions, And while stretching both determined hands Between my displaced and restless gams, "Bad Poodle" echos such salutary contractions.... heh HEH~ |
| Questions left unresolved, Like wounds wide open, Unsealed and whiskey drenched. A stinging soul pulled From the spiraling ascent Into your heat. Caught in a frigid net of time. Quick moves rending wings. Grounded in haste, And scurrying as mice. Searching for items misplaced In the race to rake hearts, So sweetly ingrained. Forgetting fleeting breaths While organizing And preparing to refrain. Love's captives unfettered, Detatched and unimprisoned Lost in hurried progress To make the midnight train. |
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| Creeping Shadows Surround him His breath Takes form beneath The lamp post Late-night Brooklyn Pounding Delicious obsenities He crushes An expired butt Against the curb The last Breath of smoke Coats his Worn fingertips And the smell of Midnight Embers Fills the air |
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