Sleep and rest is the best feeling
Thinking what to write next
Do I have it in me to write something great
Ideas come to mind all late
Over writing about heart break
Ive written about my passions what I love
I write about change how I can make a difference
The change I want for myself
Where I want to be and how to get there
Plans to make my future happen
How ive grown apart feelings of isolation

I'm far from a prophetic
man.
I don't care enough
about those Ill leave behind.
Or those I pass on
Gaffey street.
Through the years
of living hard and without
I've come to discover
greatness.
I've come so close
to cracking.
So close to embracing that
injured hand
of madness.

I have emerged from
the solitary prison cells
and the sad existence
of life locked into
a drug den I called
my home.
I've come out
the other side
with a densely
colored vision of
it all.

It's not all
in Greys,
but with the times
I've spent in the Grey.
Thus gave birth to
my convictions.

She is heavenly,
concocted by the gods & goddesses.
I crave her drippy consistency,
throw in some nuts & honey
and I am forever
smitten by her raw-flavor.
She's that tasty,
she's my doll,
my chocolate.

Bent over,
she screamed
for my delivery.

Next came
the burial,
my leaning,
deep shots.

Then
came the milking,
her loss of leg function
& the licking.

She loves the smell,
me the tasting.

Now, we're pen pals
in space.

In her own words,
I imagined how nice
it would be between her & me.

Such a scenario is indeed,
delicious to contemplate.
Soft-sunlight peers in
from under bamboo blinds,
intertwined candles
burn from the previous night,
we do not fight our fiery-intentions.

Her precious body lies under me,
I feel her chest on mine,
grip her sweet lady-hips
fully engaged,
move rhythmic & with gentle care,
melodic.

As she arches her back,
I discover her soul,
release within her,
flow warmth as she shudders,
me growling low,
whispering her name,
she sighs contentment,
holds tighter,
I feel her move.

We collapse enraptured,
kiss, hug, squeeze,
inhale each other,
then continue on to our slumber,
me inside of her still,
both satiated.

It’s been a weird day today,
the noon appointment
lasted nearly four hours,
I don’t even remember the return trip.

Ever since I got back to the office,
there’s a constant ringing
in my head,
people seem to be moving
in slow motion,
their eyes look buggy,
I don’t feel right.

And when did I get a
triangular tattoo on my temple?
This is really getting weird,
I’ve heard about such things,
I need to report a possible abduction.

Located somewhere
from her nice belly button
to her raised hot buns