The way he looks at me,
with magnificence and praise
Slices my heart to bleed
in hopes that,
May his love
looks at me
the same way
his lusts do.

But the truth is:
While his eyes worship me,
His heart sees me as nobody.

- qyf

No work today, I got up late
have every reason to procrastinate,
Gosh ! am so hungry, got to eat something now
Food, my true platonic love here I come...

give me the warmth of an egg
give me the crunch of a toast
give me those crisp fish fingers
give me the yummy chicken roast


Yes, I do have a lot to finish
not work, I meant this stuff on my plate
so much time to sit and relish
food is such a religion, no one can ever hate.

Can you teach me how to smoke,
At the indoor pool?
Cannabis and chlorine
On a night so cool.
I can ditch the white pills
Without crushing the moon,
If you can roll something up
Without killing the mood.
         What's left to prove
If it's just me and you?
I mean, you and I
Decide
If we have any rules.
We can feel, we can chill.
We can deal with the truth.
                   Cannabis and chlorine.
Fuse green with the blue.
Cannabis and chlorine.
A mixture of hues.
All you gotta do
Is make my lungs so confused.
Cannabis and chlorine,
When it's just me and you.
Can you teach me how to smoke
At the indoor pool?

My lips, pink and petite,
Always falling short of love.

Most usually, burning against a
Flesh
Holding more toxins than my
Lungs find throughout the night.

And this tongue,
Trails deep within forbidden
Valleys,
Seeping moisture to the greatest
Of mistakes.

My pulse finds a way to give my
Hips a rhythm
To the symphonies of seduction.

Ballads of bed sheets.

I try to breeze through temptation,
Even in the cities of lust.

My mind lacks discretion
As I grip this desire...