...seeing purse dressed, flowery-folds,
knows the pleasure, -heaven holds.
Standing proud, -cocksure his breast,
exhausted her, laugh-ter, -nothing left.
Weakly submissive, exhilarated now pressed,
emboldened by she, guardedly bereft...
No strawberry, cakes, honey, grape,
you know what's coming;
i feel weak
everyday another piece of me folds in
im becoming the thing you never wanted to see
im becoming to reach the point you hoped i would never
im the piece of paper in the bottom of your bag
the one you needed
you lost it and spent ages looking for it
but by the time you found it
it was torn to shreds
it was no longer useful
and you groaned and complained
but then you got another
and you were thankful that there were others
to replace the one you forgot about
until it was too late
but i couldn't forget
i laid there in pieces wondering what happened
but you realized it got bad
and then you realized it was too late
and you moved onto the next person to care about
until it was too late for them too.
like cellophane wraps hard candy
like ink loves to dry
like hot sauce drenches noodles
like sunrise casts shadows
like band-aids sooth cut flesh
like irons crease linens
like origami folds paper
like water floats boats
like a tempest loves a teapot
like syrup and bananas drench waffles
like spoons love soup
like cats love fish
like french fries love ketchup
like wild girls dance
like a crow loves road ****
like eyes love beauty
like a circle loves a square
like buttered buns fit a bikini
like a kissed mouth hungers for wet lips
like moths love a flame
like dogs love *******
and like ******* hug butts
like howling ******* pulse hearts
like vampires love blood and castles
like dark grapes ferment in bubbling cauldrons
like white loves rice
like madness loves a straight jacket
like a ***** loves a ****
and music gets you dancing
like suns fall through cobalt night all smashing diamonds
how i love you
with the wet tickle
of your tongue
lingering with affection
savoring my fervent flavor
in bold strokes
of your obsession
color my essence
in heated hues
down my spine
of your warm breath
against my flesh
with every blissful caress
to ensue painted petals
with your supple lips
gently blur the lines
of my curved hips
the subtle shadows
of warm depth,
as I gasp
a primer coated palette
dipping your stiff paintbrush
the folds of my blanket
a trembling image
of your voracious ****.
again and again
your sensual brushstrokes
layer on layer
in alla prima flow
into my eyes
of my soul
drizzling silken strands
in their entirety,
polishing me whole
in blissful backwash
the tangled limbs
The road that lies below rests deep and still.
No moon to light the snow. The sky is clear.
Heads back and arm in arm—eyes wide!
This winter night—This holiness we feel!
So spill the lights of Heaven into sight
Illumined, rising, falling—Shifting grace.
Upon the starry sweep of Christmas night,
In ribbon-folds of light and dark it sways
Above the shepherd pines and hemlock choirs.
There— This night! The sky! The lights!
The stars! The fire!
Above! Across! Dear God—
Magical and mystical
how it's done each time
warlocks witches ethereal
versed in folds and lines
The cosmic ramifications
being able to gather fold, and crease
will wonders ever cease?
For now I'll be content
to marvel how it's done
those with talents rare
maybe some day
I'll be one
Holy ****, there are vids out there of how to do it!
I still can't make mine right LOL ;D
Practice yielding only wrinkles
not clean, not square