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RH 78 Feb 2015
I wanted you whole but you're an unashamed man eater.
RH 78 Feb 2015
Am
        I alone
                     in thinking
                                         I really am
                          an alien?
  Feb 2015 RH 78
South by Southwest
I see you stirring
out in the far southwest
Just now I feel your wind
licking my face
I see something so awesomely
beautiful .
I want you to come home to my place

I see your naked thighs
shaking your hips of desire
I am amazed as you snake
through my ruins
Throwing kisses of debris
Stripping off the bark
of my trunk

I long for your twisted breath
in my hair
as you pound my foundation
to the ground
You splinter my resistance
My bricks fall into your embrace
Your black hair goes flared

Be my tornadic love affair
Stay with me until your thunder bares
All lightnings charge
making me glow everywhere
Twirl me , separate me ,
take your toll
I lie under your spell
RH 78 Feb 2015
I saw you from afar.
I was too nervous to speak to you.
Your sweet voice on the other end of the phone gave me goosebumps.
I read your emails again and again hoping for subtle hints that you were interested in me.
You were in a thousand day dreams.
I thought you were too classy for someone like me. Angel like.
Your eyes mesmerised me.
Deep and foreign.
Your hair flowing over your shoulder blowing gently in the breeze.
The scent magnetised to me. Lingering long after you had walked past.
Lips to knock a man dead.
Your fine svelte figure sashayed as you floated silently across the floor.
It was too much
I was lost.
In love.
RH 78 Feb 2015
Tell me you love me.
I can never get enough!
RH 78 Feb 2015
Cover me in treacle and feathers. Am I a bird?
RH 78 Feb 2015
I looked the other way but saw you coming
I heavily subsidised you and acted on impulse but I saw you coming.
Like a leach unable to find it's own food source I saw you coming but let you take a sip before you could bleed me dry.
You ducked and you dived but I saw you coming.
No fancy footwork though, you tried to bulldoze your way by acting out a false reputation.
No one works for someone who barks. That's your style. A riddle makes more sense than you do.
I saw you coming.
You're a sugar loaf!
I'm golden syrup!
I saw you coming!
Seeing is avoiding!
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