I saw lot's of gold men
strutting out in the desert,
spinning themselves
like drunken madmen
warped on internal-sin.
They fell at your feet
like arcade-magic,
the way you want it.

But you gave it away
to the whole team.
So sultry & wanton,
cravings, cravings, cravings,
screaming such sexiness,
scheming your selfish desires,
another everybody's girl,
saving nothing &
not much left to give.

She's dark, yet
moonlight glows
inside her soft-eyes
& despite her
tragic-aura,
I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her.

The first time
I slipped inside her,
I felt every single beat
of her fiery-heart,
inhaled her breaths
of fresh primal-air
& tasted the fragrance
of her gorgeous hair.

And in her firm grip,
the grasp of her pretty flower,
she swallowed my soul,
took me deep
forever.

She's so delicious,
exudes femininity
& lovingkindness,
wears the finest lace
with easy access.

In the ****,
morning,
noon & night,
I could dine
on her tasty dish
forever.

Like this evening
under a full moon,
we're going to delve
into each others
****** delicacies,
gulp the sacred wine.
I think I'll infect her
with even more
of my raw nectar.
She say's
we'll spoon
afterwards.
I call her
my sweet dessert.

O Lord,
how wholesome she is!

I am blown away
by your pretty face.
Your full lips remind me
of how kisses should be,
delicious.

Your lovely eyes glow,
they speak of magic,
throwing off sparks.

Heavy-hearted,
I dream of you
& pray for your spell,
one that brings love
my way.

I wait for something beautiful...

O Darling,
please
tell me
you love me
like no other
without
crossing your fingers.

I loved Becky,
she had an infected heart,
four piercings in each ear
& bigger ***** than most guys.
She was more honest too.
Her daddy started banging her at six
& mother picked up tricks to make ends meet.
I could trust her.
Any girl who could survive that **** intact
was good in my book.
And besides, I was crazy about scorpion tattoos.

She put him out,
crushed his soul
like a spent cigarette
& he became just another ****,
in an ashtray of regrets,
piled high with broken hearts.