open up Less upclose hint:
upsidedown absorb unwet waves of silent noise,
otherwise Loud silence moist more !!!
a week has passed and since then,
my love for you found refuge in my close friend's list
-settled for knowing that you saw it,
saw me, perhaps, even through me.
-settled for knowing that you,
are there for me.
-settled, for knowing you.
romantic innuendo part 2//
and on my IG stories shall i send my indirect messages to you, for you.
DIGEST THE SECRET CODE, lOVE. i, ******
On the second floor
of a department store
At the DMV
In the kissing booth
on Coney Island
her pineapple grove
Part 3 in the Brenda series.
There once was a lady,
(and there actually still is),
who clandestinely preferred
the growth about her garden gate.
The talk in the village square
these days was all about
pruning the living daylights
out of it, until it was a sad
but smooth barren surface.
Apparently visitors had weighed in
and made this some kind of rule.
Nonetheless, she liked how
the twisting leaves and ivy
created a picturesque latticework,
a natural tapestry,
evoking mystery and anticipation
for what lay beneath.
Oh, she trimmed her foliage
here and there,
keeping the overgrowth
from running wild,
but all things considered
she was not about to change.
Her garden was beautiful
just the way it was.
She sneezes like she pleases
And all over the place
When I die
I want to be cremated
and have my ashes mixed with paint
just so someone can s
across a canvas.
Now paint me like one of your french girls
I'm doing it!
you're doing it!!!
all the cool kids,
are doing it!!
and they are doing it!!
and them too, doing it!!
look, there his trying to do it?!!
with very little success
but let's all, give him,
a hand for trying......!
-I can taste the sensation in my brain
a drug moment defined by you-
a little slip to a lip, to a touch, to much-
such interactions leave my heart in a ****
roll around the cloth in a lump-sum of love
holding onto firm feelings of the swelling of our tongues
back to the white as we dance with our smiles
forth, moving forward in a motion (we won’t turn)-
split the gates wide open
let the honey flow from your wells
face deep in life’s sweet sensations
drinking deep of your sweet nectars-
I will hold firmly to the tiny words cradled in your chest
leaving me breathing until we’re both out of breath-
spread apart, open like a rose in bloom,
our hearts awaken as I hear birds swoon-
a loud and beautiful chirping, given to the space above-
dams held back from bursting forth, no room to keep it held up.
Intertwined, upside down, neck deep in our song,
Flittering and Clittering reversed first in our souls.
a shudder, a touch, and the life of our sound.
you can't game & watch the clock,
that's how you lose another stock,
she run away with your cash,
its a smash and dash,
over in a flash,
at least you still got to tap dat ***,
sitting back puffin da herb,
think how its so absurd
that 69 be the cap
that's the ultimate smash,
right in front of your face,
hurry up and get your fix,
that glaze all over her face,
for all those who are enjoying Super Smash bro Ultimate
The music that those hands can make..