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 Jul 2017
what a waste
I wanna lose any semblance of control
Repel down that little lost rabbit hole
Gnaw on the skull and cross bones of
every single bible beater that stood before
their throne like a scarecrow to it's corn
I won't barricade my door, Conquistador
Open the floodgates; bring me the seafloor
10,000 leagues deep and I'm still breathing
I'm teething on a tombstone like Casper
Now all I need is an inquisitive barn owl
prowling for an irrelevant answer
 Jul 2017
Dallas Phoenix
Her tone,
Crispy like new pair of headphones,
Screams when I finger down her *G string
,
Love hearing her moan,
Get over here and lay on my lap,
One hand down your neck while the other's ready to smack,
She's a brand new model,
My pick up line was immaculate,
Coke bottle modelling body,
Fuzz pedal throttled and jacked you in,
You fret all day and no one to hammer your strings,
******* Brew in Chili Peppers but I'm willing to make you Cream,
So lay across my leg and let me do the rest,
All that phat bass and no one to properly make you wet,
Rubbing across your curves making sure your knobs are turned,
Steel strings tight and ready to give this spanking you deserve,
Tease and deceive till your ready to sing,
Slip my fingers down your A and I'm ready to B,
Playing your scales,
Hitting that tail,
Your mahogany curves scrumptious as hell,
Maybe I'll stand up and ****** my hips,
Into that back of that phat bass while loving the notes you hit,
Strap you on because the way I like to hit it is hard,
Octaves ****** and quiver on my fingers,
Your heart,
The shape of that wide, seductive and sumptuous ***,
All that bass you have can make any guy..........
 Jul 2017
what a waste
I am the creature she speaks of;
A myth whispered behind timid licks of crimson.
She's a spider and I the fly.
A price I'm willing to pay,
so long as it's her who watches me die.
Take to my side, stick to my life,
eat my insides til I'm cured from this mind.
With tongue in hand, I'll turn your tides.
With tongue in hand, I'll write what mouths can only hide.
 Jun 2017
Zachary William
I saw a flower
wilting beautifully
in a bed of
uncertainty
and I wondered if it
was afraid to face the sun
because it perhaps forgot
sunscreen
and in its attempts
at self preservation
it starved itself of what
it needed
--the sunshine.
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