Dreadlocked from another planet,
she bathed in pachouili,
held the universe
in irises of azure.
I found comfort
swimming
in the small
of her delicate back,
she was an expert
on pleasure.
She displayed
a skull & crissbones,
a pretty butterfly
& held me captive,
chained to her playground,
where I detonated.
And the sounds she made
above me
were out-of-this-world,
I still think I'm gone,
exploded
into another dimension.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Dreadlocked from another planet,
she bathed in pachouili,
held the universe
in irises of azure.
I found comfort
swimming
in the small
of her delicate back,
she was an expert
on pleasure.
She displayed
a skull & crissbones,
a pretty butterfly
& held me captive,
chained to her playground,
where I detonated.
And the sounds she made
above me
were out-of-this-world,
I still think I'm gone,
exploded
into another dimension.
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