Oceanic Liquidity

Melodies of Love Live Life

How do I end up so lucky/unlucky to have/not have  you??

Completion of thoughts, eyes lustful filled with the eternity that makes my heart MELT...

Wet with the history on a scroll that prescribes our love in large doses...

I'm hooked off your endorphins and prescriptions of forever and always, mentally I'm hooked...

You're the perfect high, inhaled long ago and trailing this whole time like smoke leaves a gun, no Captain Hook...

Let's fly away from this mindless place of crannies and nooks...

And fill our library of love with memories and watery brooks...

Dripping, with thoughts of what could be, ******...wait look..

My mind drains in the faucet yet stays clogged with what can be and could be seen...graphically with leaves of autumn satires in everlasting love and wintery passionate wet sheets...

Though the fire builds and smoldered with disconnection and non-affection I'm still willing and able to love and hopefully live with happiness filled with lilies and sunflowers, the soil we found is so meek...

Loving your grips, my throat suicidally bleeding but healing, as the sun heals the wombs that could be...

I love to love your ambiance...your smile...dripping with the factual thought of ravaging you on a white pedestal of the piano keys...

Musically, sexually....horizons that I've never seen, only to wake up inside your moist starry glow of dandelions and tulips, my stem continually grows so perfectly...

Can I *** beyond this life into the next?  Seeking the birth of wisdom most abolitionist can't claim a defect..?

Oh boy, I swim like Japanese coy, tattooed on the events and situations that make people play like a toy....

My God you are everything I've long to cultivate and grow for...

Milky stem, curvy pedals, picturesque I yearn to adore...

Thoughts of growing seeds that multiple the very essence that fuses farmer and produce...

Yet your thorns draw true blood of mental conscieneness I fight to anti demonized the truth....

Can I paint your corners like Rembrandt so eloquently, the colors of time and love so intertwined in a hypothesis that escapes me...?

My antithesis, which I so love to steal, though I'm not from Pittsburgh I'd love to steel your heart encased with every mineral that's long lasting...

The Broncos run wild...the Titans gracefully sleep...to a center point of marriage of a carriage full of mustangs you hate to condem...

Fly with me, no regrets of the southern admonished relationships you will soon see...

Strocked with silver linings of our legacy only Apollo runs to see...

Shining so bright the night of Athena is thwarted by her warful existence....peacefully...

Let our love be struck by the lighting bolt of Zeus that originates the balcony you couldn't see...

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll delve in this Greek salad of ponderance like a patriot....haha Brady could aquite it's intricacies...

Why...why do you look at me the way you do...
Disgust or disgrace...my mind wonders...

Though I liquidate my thoughts with the adult beverages of liquidity....expanding on what an adulterous may or may not be...

My soul grows like a rose beautiful but with pain that pertrudes from the stems of my very existence...

Shall I wilt? Or grow to a branch towards that which is called ecstasy...

Let my pedals wrap you in love and everlasting passion, all the while catch your moist dew that exudes from your ****** curvature...

Let my thorns remind you of the pain I once had from a stem of growth I previously had, so so sad...

Can this grow? Or can the soon to be a wilted soul gaze at the sun that glows with the rays of that which once grown to an imaginative fantasy, though a playful bliss of my imagination...

I yearn to farm such a harvest of bountiful happiness, though the crops seen to cultivate thoughts that once produced wetness on its skin that would moisturize the essence this isnt mine...

I'm still growing...whether it wilt or it flourishes, this garden won't be edaness, yet happy...

California....I love to hate this place,
Gas prices high people getting high on a false sense of reality....lets get it right

Exotic cars and intellectual flaws
Riding down the boulevard

****, can I drive without the admonishment of getting far..?

Dreams of impacting the world one country at a time
Schemes of people full of vanity, fallacies that aren't mine...

Can I dance with the moonlight like King Harvest and not be sued for human rights...?

The waves of excitement once stimulated my thoughts, Filled with nightmares and dreams a southern jezzabelle once taught...

What can you do for me and what I can't do for you; the nightlight just caught...

Yet I remain humble, though I stumble through the golden coast that boast dreams a civil war couldn't  fault...

Dreams of californication....with laid back sentiments and pornification...

Can I wake up from this guitar riff of fornication?

Yet I Vibrate....And marinate on this pointification...

Acsending high in the friendly skies
Yet my mind lies in what lies within the inner sanctum
That scream of praise and devastation coitally in your inner thighs

Mornings of wonder and blissful thoughts
Midnights filled with ice cream and talks
Ice Cold...yet our emotions melted and were caught

Like Kobain my brain overloads with what could be
Lines of ******* running to a no end marathon
Of love, lust, and similes

Why can't I shake this feeling
Blended so eloquently with a hint of fresh mint
But the acacia grows perpendicular with right angles of symmetry

Late nights and early mornings like ambrosia you sing...
Wrapped in a lyrical yet detrimental feeling of what could...no...what can be...

I dream of whimsical phalicies and fantasies of you with me
Wrapped so taut around my mind and waist i can't concede...so evocative...a little provocative...

Midnight Mornings greet the sun and the moon
Oh ****....too soon...I zoom...with Commodores like Lionel Richie...

Ohhhh....I want you...but I want you to want me too like Marvin Gaye.

Trapped in an abyss of love like a honey bee feeling gay..

Skin tight, hearing your very Essenes that yearns for more..

Bright like a Tiffany diamond you shine,
Thoughts of your inner walls it ain't mine...

I want you.....like Louganis you dive DEEP in my heart...yet you swim less than Phelps..I can't help

**** that's moist...wet with the very action that you can or cannot help with but yelp...

But yep, I want you....like you want me to be wanted...

Yes, I admit......I lost.....confederately....

The sheer thought and idea that isnt me...

Creating ideas that transcends time and eternity.

Yet, and so yet.....it's hard to equate that demon that dominates my very well being...

Tried and true, like black and blue...the scares that leave me floating in the clouds of emense obesity.....

Full of lies....hate...but disguise...

Yet the light still craves the good that lies within me..

And I'm always on my knees not to be a sore loser, but yet stand an Absymal winner