Alone, cold, without that which you need,
Let you mind wander from your pain.
Let your subconcious drift to me.
Run your tounge over the perfection of your lips,
Imagine that kiss is mine,
Feel my breath on your skin,
My whisper in your ear,
My hushed voice telling you my fantasies.
Slide your fingertips down your body,
Visualize those hands as mine,
Giving you chillbumps,
As I touch certain places,
Allow me to be your lucid dream.
Give in to extasy,
As you feel me between your thighs,
Your taste lingers in my mouth,
And you give in to rapture,
With only the first of the many orgasms to come.
As you begin to come down from your high,
Feel me slide inside of you,
Transporting you to a whole other place,
My name escape your perfect lips,
As your imagination manifests my physical form.
We give each other pleasure for hours and hours,
From night to morning,
And into the next night again,
I take your every inch as my own,
And mine as yours.
Beautiful words are lost,
And we reduce this experience,
To nothing but pure lust,
Hard fucking,
And countless orgasms.
And when we are done,
I look into your eyes and kiss your perfect lips,
And plead for you to stay with me,
Through love and lust,
For all else is irrelevant.
So remember, when laying there on your sheets,
Alone and cold, without that which you need,
Let you mind wander from your anguish.
Let your subconcious drift to me.
On being cut to shreds...
You feed me to the lions...
At dinner companies...
And this just feels like Spinning Plates...
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land...
And this just feels like Spinning Plates...
My body's floating down a muddy river..."
~Thom Yorke,
of Radiohead
Scribbled with a Sharpie.
So when I speak, listen,
To the rhythm of my heart beat.
My heart beat start beats,
With rhymes to rip apart beats.
From the start, I depart charts,
Smart, when I impart heat.
~Freestyle by me, written on a bus bench.
While doing a search for synonyms for the word "ecstasy", 8 words came up. Five of them had to do with the drug, 3 were vocabualry related. They even have the slang words, such as "Adam" in Webster now. In retrospect, I'm thinking it probally says alot about our world today, when "MDMA" is listed as a synonym to "ecstasy", and "joy" is not.
~Nobody, from 'Dead Man'