From your orange hair to your winter flair
the cute way you snuggle me bare
how you nuzzle my kisses with tender care
And keep me safe and knight me king of our lair
Never do I lay back worry nor care
I have known without having to stare
To think my poison unfair
As I lay here with you I dare
To know life will be and with tear,
Things will be okay without a second to lose or spare
Fool me anytime death, but honestly I won't care.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
I rather not talk
I do not stop to think why I just ***** you
All I know is that my shins are made of stone and my feet feel white hot
This bed is a sanctuary, a resting place for my soul after a dreadful forge that hammers me alive. Drops of myself have leaked into the furnace I live out as working days
You look straight at the other end of the wall
waiting for me to catch myself
I know only how soft you are and nothing else matters.
You were glad before I touched you
A sorry is locked inside its jail and the steel bars of yearning has its keyhole, but my other self won't pick it open. I refuse to come out.
I know only instinct
And I want you. All for myself...
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
I wish thee vessel of thine blood n’ name
Thou needs not worry of thy soul
Alas I am Young n’ heed none so dull
Shun my repertoire, superstitious square
Your margins seek to limit souls everywhere
I wish thee, vessel of thine blood n’ name
A prosperous experience in which must be tame
For the world is wild, quiet, and strange
Alas never, for thou sake, let it be lame
I wish thee, vessel of thine blood n’ name
To respect thy labors n’ sweat in which I came
Stride for honest glory, never superficial fame
For such a falsie way is just a child’s gain
I beseech you, dare not fill my glass with shame
Live inspiring ahead, cease not to aim
The Proud chime of hearing thou blood’s name
Soon you and I shall reunite as one as the same
Come!
Distant Brother or Sister
Let’s dance n’ rest from God’s funny melodic game
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
An elliptical scent sways and swoons the chamber's floor
As goddesses feathering their summer clothes galore
Without mourning hot concreted toes anymore
As a cool spell sighs upon their necks
Each idle with radiance worthy of praise and sects
Worshipers of the nigh
Like neph
Tribute with sighs
Ridged, hypnotized by mere thighs
And ***
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC