gusto kong sabihing hihintayin kita
pero ayaw ko ng mag mukhang tanga
nangungulit at sabik na sabik
sa boses mo na
laging **** pinagkakait

move down to my legs & adjust
your hands around my hips
******* sweet dreams of us
and make use of those fingertips

shes the messenger of God
and on her knees
she delivers a message,
slowly but surely
just like reading from a passage

her lips are still warm from
yesterday's prayer though like roses with torns
he collects each strand
with one shaking waver

through her tongue of fire
she mouths the word
of the Lord she left nothing in his eye
but the dirtiest shade of white

alas! it broke from his lips,
the dirtiest little sentence
came out in a white puff of pure ecstasy;

"Oh God have mercy!"

they take pictures for u
paint portraits
and write
all i can do is pray
that someday youd notice
the future i built
supposedly for u
& i

the only bad luck im having
is the **** im not getting

i create sparks with my thumb
thatll light you up
its a slow burn
but then I continue
as i inhale from your tip,
& start to consume u
in between my lips
i will finish u
like my favorite cigarette

- red

i find pleasure in chasing,
wheres the fun in it
if its bound to happen
im in it for the thrill
of the uncertain,
a delicious ambiguity.

He was so drawn to my white sheets
A blank canvas; he said
Waiting for a masterpiece
'Tis a performance,
I wouldn't dare miss.

you love how your sun rises bright
though she always sets by noon
i promise to be by your side
like the persistence of the moon

but let me know if her brightness stings
if its past dawn and u couldnt sleep
let my waning light meet ur skin
take shelter in my muted dim

let my downy embrace envelope
your every lesion
cautiously i will stroke
every region
she must have missed

but who can blame her
no one is ever surprised about this
you can leave anyone in distrait
with that wicked smile on your face

now as we are on the verge of daybreak
shes rises back as a ravishing view
always as beautiful as our eyes can take
so who can blame you?

i almost believed
if i waited long enough
my turn will come
i almost believed
i was wrong looking at others
while you slept with some
i almost believed
space was all you needed
til I turned  & checked
and distance was all thats left
- and so did you

how do you fabricate
dulcet tones
which absconds
through my teeth
as though
desolation never
stirred inside me
how tf do you do it

your grip tightens as he respires in your ear now but 3 weeks later youd find your hands clasped to your phone drunk texting him at 3am

If I take a sip of you
I dont think I can ever stop
Please let me continue
My sweet, sweet aphrodisiac

I knew the second you caught me smile to my shoulder when you bring me in as you cup your hand on my neck.

you make art come out my mouth
as i read your work
and i choke to some
as if its me twas written for
now my tongue is sour craving for more

i am not a one time thing i am commitment in the form of a ring
i do not just aid the sad i can bring you the glade and diminish all that