Walked near her slowly,
Brushed with hand, breathing slowly,
She came closer, shaking,
Warm, quite, soft...
Her eyes were shing like a moon,
They were telling way too much,
I've start to play with her with hand,
Slowly put her legs apart...
Hand was filled with warmth of her soft breast,
Movement up and down she been waiting for...
Then thrill pierced inside of me,
And white liquid dripped..
At that moment i felt enravishment,
That's how i milked a cow for a first time...
Kindly a hand cuddled my face,
Right then I knew that,
It's destiny's sun shining through for me,
Presents of my Karma showering on,
Iliad of mine it shone on to become.
If destiny's hands were mine then I'd control it.
Learning the ways of the world,
Of course it will help us both,
Vehement opposition we faced,
Exemplifying quality throughout.
You descended here as the perennial spring,
Of my heart you are the beat,
Up against the dark skies you help me shine.
A poor, weakling boy was held down as the eldest of the grumpy twats grabbed a torch. Blazing in front of the boy's face, the heat grew hotter and hotter near his eyes.
White, moist gel started dripping down his face like toasted marshmallows, pausing for a brief hiccup before breaking flat and fallen on the ground. Only a white sun could be seen at this point and there was nothing he could do to save his sight. A searing heat lit his veins, spreading his energy thin.
Finally, what was left of his eyes were decimated, leaving behind only the rawest, most atrocious pit of shadows and swallowed souls.
its like a tap,
that's broken and
wont stop dripping
the sound of it driving
you to near insanity
with every splash
every time i remember
you're gone its like
another drip from
and i try my hardest
to shut it off
i hold and tug
and twist and pull
but it just drips more
and i cant stop it
because it is my constant anger,
and frustration you're gone
and i cant get you back