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Oil in a hap
Oil with a friend
Oil asks who is after
Oil mores a call of ends

Day of reclusion
In the street, before creation...
Nothing will; a wishes invitation?
Pretty avarice, adoring the common?

Oil breaks an intuition's, promise
Merely a choice, in circumstance
With a how, have we rage without vice?
Interviewing a chance...

Weal, is most a chauvinism?
Keep a care, key a crush
Of existence, is your eye-fall on a kiss?
Spare me the details, can we move with must?

Entertain me with worldly advances
Like introspection, worth has passed
Over to paradise, in a boat of romances
Named, "The Consideration's Past"

Rescue us...
In the order of haven't; heat and seasons
Here to stay; committing adultery is thus
A shared memory, we know for angelic reasons

Rescue does...
Destiny with a fine key, for privileged locks?
Come with a final wish, only because
Windows in love, sake the life of why we walk by...

Impressions of awe, of watched sincerity...
Meant and made, sent and shade
Pride is such a world, for the pardon of irony
That has the time; close the door when they fade...
Can't, want, and many more judges than a care can handle, justice...
time it is
she beckoned
time and I ate of it
the dread
the matter of her
no kiss of her
from her
honestly
no doubt, I knew...

it was dinner time

"eat me"
she labored
as dog in heat
spread her legs
as on stirrups
I be, the muzzle be her divorce from me
yank my collar, chain wrapped
about her hand
beckon me
"eat"
chain be her love I desire
collar be my patience given
but appetite?

mine be love
her beest pleasure
I have no appetite for
merely
pleasure
neither hers nor mine
sans love?

no appetite at all have I

eyes so weary of wanting
that I melt
as Salvador Dali prophesied
mine eyes droop
her thighs
wet my fantasies
as ice cream, on the hottest Sunday,
I am weak
weary of denying myself her
she, a mere rainforest of beauty
abundant in plural, though singular
her flower
droop me 'tween mine legs
raise me, as the dawn rises zenithly,
she pies me,
my piper, my charmed being
I'm pied
she has me
dancing, midriffly, with ****** fervor
mine eyes cast down
as shadow in sunset
lone tree in the wilderness
redfern shadow
a mile long
mine eyes cast down between her legs
seeing all my heart's desires

"eat"

and all my hopes dieth there

"eat"

despair, I mourn
I pine
"love me"
I opine, my lover love me
be not pleasure the measure of our stay, in bed, this Sunday
love me, as the Father hath given us this day
be not Eve of the forbidden love
be Dawn of the day we won eternal life from the devil's death
that my fruit be of your nectar drunk, that I be your pleasure,
and you be mine
that I succor thine fruit
hour by hour that you writhe
not as snake but as mountain shook
as mountain moved
faithfully, you love me,
let that fantasy be mine drink
and thine offering due my thirst
that love sate me,
nay?!

"eat!"

and all the world looketh empty of light

"eat! **** you"

and all the world be afright with wonder that I be man, yet, eat not my ******, that
she be heathen of love, still, my ****** she be,

simply,
that mine eyes drink her in
beauty beyond compare
but that mine ears deceive me not
for deceive me, her flesh does
but her forked tongue
as lightning streak
she shat the bed
that streak be her ****** blessing
dashed across her whorish ways
be that time
I linger in wait
wanting, but that I eat
she trappeth me
that all I be good for
is her pleasure
but be not fit
for her love

"eat! what are you good for?!"

nay, irony be that
time told
clock struck truth

"eat!"

nay

"what my flesh be, here, then?"

a trap,
and I say nay
for I be a lover
of such supple,
gorgeous,
womanly flesh, not, merely,
a ******...

"eat"

I be not hungry,
for a *****,
my flesh be purchased
but nay that my heart he purchased
neither my soul,
by merely, lust
I, too dearly, pine for you
dream of you
romance you deeper than form
and fit
time
and merciless pleasure
to be,
of you,
lustfully...
so, I say,

nay...

but,
that ye should, learn love me
perhaps,
that day

perhaps
then, yay
I can't imagine being in bed with a woman I don't love already.

Simply. Even for one night. Love must be between us, for simply lust cannot be the emotional simulacrum necessary for the doing at hand.

Love be the only essence that could sate the affair.
Zywa Jan 29
Most people trust their

partner, so adultery --


is not difficult.
Novella "De zomer hou je ook niet tegen" ("You can't stop summer either", 2015, Dimitri Verhulst), page 52

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in 10s"
Mugerwa Muzamil Dec 2023
Babe, you knew
When the clouds grow darker
When the thunder thuds
It's not going to be a fine weather

Babe, you know
When you hear a squeak sound
in the bedroom
It's not just the pets

Girl, you see
When the movie tempo rises
For sure it's going to be a bad scene

You're playing
a Russian roulette in Paris
Who got you a slingshot
to face the tanks

You blend a bouquet of guns
and orchids
I heard you sigh like a barbecue
Now dizzy and woozy

I sniff the  soot
I can hear the sirens
You played
a Russian roulette in Paris

2nd December 2023.
xjf Sep 2023
Split vision
The mirror lies
It's my Hearts decision
To eat with its eyes
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