Angie Jolie has a look that melts into her perfect ******* as she teases me into a new world of seduction. Her eyes are a map and her lips show me where to land my ship of seductions. I want her seductions and eruptions filled full of love consumptions.
Catching my beer just short of the head I drink in life… I miss the spice, the strife, the things that make me cream  I want feelings and meanings filled with streaming beings.
Needing something greasy I feel easy and less enthused across a world of misused and abused people that are trained to enjoy the steeple. Dogma, **** it over and **** your dogma. It’s there for you to be a tool.
I miss the hand-kisses and well-wishes. Love’s seduction filled with reduction to the finest elements spent on sweat and tears of fears and folly. I want your lolly and folly filled with me.
******* crazy, it is me.
Me, **** me. The life I chose is interchangeably symbiotic.

~
Floating in a nacre, cream pool
Splattered with ink, dreams, and azoic butterflies
A monolithic love dance begin
Shifting one personality into another

Creating
Defaulting

As three stone bodies

Swirl
and twirl
With a rocky rhythm

Their papery skin
Peel back in finery consumptions
As their minds become one
~

for the better feed thy souls
but do not take them as whole
tho humanity seems hard to find
reality not even crossin' minds

livin' dreams 'n' fake believes
whatever man thinks to achieve
rather preparin' their own demise
then be takin' their own advice

people's assumptions hypocriticaly
but to serve themselves their daily meal
with consumptions even as selfishly

so had it somethin' to do with how we feel
where by actin' none but what looks supposedly
leavin' nothin' to acknowledge for bein' real


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 15/03/1437