Liquor

Her
licks tastes like ***

Tasty tongue

I don't need the bottle
When i can pour me her

Lick her love
Get me drunk
Liquor all night
Till the morn

I'm a drunkard
Wanting more

Grab me another bottle of her
Liquor

Until I've drank it all
Drunk on loves alcohol

Taste like ***
In her mouth
I don't need a bottle
When i can pour her out

Liquor
All afternoon
Lick her tongue
All I've consumed

I'm a drunkard
She's my *****
Stumbling around all day
She's the bottle i choose

Liquor tongue
Tastes like ***
Lick her
all night long

Perfectly imperfect
Practicing perfection
Prevailing premonitions
Premonitions pray
Playing psychology
Psychology poems
Poetry’s plan
Plans perfectly
Possibly improving
Poetry’s imperfect
Passing perfection
Preaching
(I’m) Perfect

She’s
a
Beautiful          piece
Of  
                  broken
roses

One        thing        I’ve        come        to
  Observed   A   Rose  flowering   Plant
Always    Grows  back     Stronger
Blossoms Evermore  Beautifully
Regardless How many
Times   It  has been
Step  
On  
Or  
S  
  C    
  O  
    R  
          E  
                 D

Normality
A struggle
In the disturbance
Of my role
Dread
A hormone
Pumping through my soul
Please free me
Let my weary heart beat
Open up my mind
Let me flow my ink!
........

The galaxy dances above the ether,
and the moon smiles at the melody,
knowing all the while
that it was written
just for her.