Here are my poetry lips..go ahead take a nibble
Seductive is the tongue that speaks this riddle
Brushing your cheek..becoming hypnotized
Captured by the Devilish look in your eyes
Bite me..kiss me..turn up my flame
Inspire..Ignite me..feel me in your brain
When I'm gone my words remain
Lust transformed to sustain
Fantasy poetry more lines from my mind
Emotional energy continues to climb
Bringing me back to those lips
Bodies pressed together as I grip your hips
Succulent is the taste of your soul
Tongues clash dancing out of control
Minds blast off through time and space
Energy transformed to no gender or race
Potent..******..Chemistry we got it
To much can be toxic..no way we can stop it..
Surrender to the waves of my flow
Chaotic like the ocean out of control
Feel the nature of this Beast..bring him to peace
Exotic is your Beauty causing any curse to cease
Reality..Fantasy.. we can do what we wish
Spiritual flames immerse our lips for this Poetry Kiss..

I'm not trying to do anything, I'm just sitting and being
and
all of my thoughts turn to how this
pencil fits perfectly between my teeth

the sight of yellow paint and smell of wood surrounds me

and as I adjust my glasses balancing them precariously on the tip of my nose

my eyes are drawn to the stars

and even blurred

they inspire the perfect word
for the aforementioned pencil to scratch onto paper

before it drops from my fingers onto the gravel tiles
and rolls out of my reach along with my already wandering thoughts

into the infinity of blurred stars

The endless stream flows...
Into rivers, seas, oceans...
And returns again...