sloping in a manner
where outside the brindled
world, light bends
like all else in loose wind
i can almost see
and make out with what
secret blueprint your
body works in its
mischief - or with what feast
welcomes the bounty of
your secret passages.
take this now. a pint of ether.
or something real like
this look on my face harpooning
your eyes unknowing of their
consequences.
just the subtle hint of
what my mind tries to
unclose in you makes
all shadows of my body frenzied
with tantric thought of doing
this and that and so much more
than just
this and
that...
like squeezing juice out
of the freshest fruits
or watching the rain
taint everything in picturesque
detail - or ****** of
butterflies on a clad flower,
or what the sea haplessly tries
to engrave on the shores with
its frequent, frothing thrusts
or making it all perpetual in
motion trapped in the bona fide
moment. say, i will
feign a moment of
colliding into you and
feel your surrendering force
imprint small indentions
without confiding in the exactitude of this domain where
i have you lured into my song
like a child put
to sleep.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
sloping in a manner
where outside the brindled
world, light bends
like all else in loose wind
i can almost see
and make out with what
secret blueprint your
body works in its
mischief - or with what feast
welcomes the bounty of
your secret passages.
take this now. a pint of ether.
or something real like
this look on my face harpooning
your eyes unknowing of their
consequences.
just the subtle hint of
what my mind tries to
unclose in you makes
all shadows of my body frenzied
with tantric thought of doing
this and that and so much more
than just
this and
that...
like squeezing juice out
of the freshest fruits
or watching the rain
taint everything in picturesque
detail - or ****** of
butterflies on a clad flower,
or what the sea haplessly tries
to engrave on the shores with
its frequent, frothing thrusts
or making it all perpetual in
motion trapped in the bona fide
moment. say, i will
feign a moment of
colliding into you and
feel your surrendering force
imprint small indentions
without confiding in the exactitude of this domain where
i have you lured into my song
like a child put
to sleep.
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