soft the drowsy hours stay creeping,
and when we finally dream of a dream
with somber flowers and tall trees that don’t wilt.
baby soft clouds and you, my love,
a babe of wonder, sleep protected and peacefully
all through the night.
in your dreams, you’re thoroughly healing,
visions of passions lightly unraveling.
your crazy is my revealing;
through the towers i am
gently sweeping, all through the night.
my soul grows near you, my love.
my future blooms like a desert rose.
i want to feel your power,
the power that can explode stars
and could kill the sun.
looking through a kaleidoscope,
vivacious hues of red, blue, green;
french like the croissant crumbs around your mouth,
hot like the mole above your lip,
gray like the skies in your eyes.
heavenly, i lie in stardust and cosmic debris;
my bosoms expand to the way you smile ethereally,
and tears stream when your body tenses.
you’re my peace and quiet.
thinking back and wishing i was
somewhere where i wasn’t.
and i go crazy because here
isn’t where i want to be.
wishing that i was with you
on our one month anniversary.
and it isn’t fair
that fate has placed us so far apart.
you see my beauty through this screen
but will you no longer love me
when you see my appearance
for the first time
with your own eyes?
will you still love me
when i’m no longer beautiful
in the HD quality of our retinas.
ONE O'CLOCK TWO O'CLOCK
THREE O'CLOCK ROCK
DONALD TRUMP AND JAMES COMEY
GO ONCE ROUND THE BLOCK
ONE POTATO TWO POTATO
THREE POTATO FOUR
DONALD TRUMP IS ANNOYED
HE WANTS TO SETTLE THE SCORE
EYE SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE
SOMETHING BEGINNING WITH TUMBLE
DONALD TRUMP AND JAMES COMEY
ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE !!!!!!!!!!
look at the moon,
look how it shines for you
and glistens for your eyes
and it was all white and pristine.
the moon, it shines for you.
it came closer to the earth for you
and pulled the tides to you.
it swam to the beat of your heart,
it came to a sudden halt
and then it sped it up again.
i painted a painting for you
and all the things you do;
i called it love.
and then i didn’t rush
with each and every stroke
and it was a masterpiece like you.
your skin and bones
were created into something so handsome.
he cried last night.
i told him how she touched me
in inappropriate ways
and he hugged me through his screen
and digitally cried into my hair.
pixelated tears and pixelated emotions,
something still real and plausible,
something i can still feel and work with.
and he can’t believe
that the girl he met five months ago
has been hurt this way;
he rubs my lip with his cursor
and he promises me
that he would never touch me in a way that she did
and it’s love.
i told him about how i’m not loved
by the same woman who begrudgingly
pushed me out with her hips.
he took the chance to say to me
that he’d never hit me the way she did.
he said he couldn’t ever hit the girl
he thought he knew five months ago
who has just told him
that her mother hits her
and doesn’t want her
and sometimes i still wonder
why he stuck around.
you look so good,
my kind of man.
thumping and pumping
in small spaces and in open spaces.
sliding panties to the side and
all of the wicked ways to feel good.
now i’m feeling addicted,
tongues touch and knees graze,
humping and smiling with teeth showing.
it hits me so fast, so fast that it’s driving me mad.
so hard that it has a power,
so much power that it turns off the lights.
now I’m feeling dizzy and like i have a sickness,
i don’t want to stop for a second and
you’re never gonna let these lips go.
so gone, so focused on you.
flowing into me as you thrust softly,
thumping and pumping.
i’m so frustrated and i need you to take
this out on me and i can't see anybody but you.
let’s ride this tidal wave,
break down your walls and ride the waves
of your waterfall.
going far away.
going deeper than ever before,
i’m still focused on you.
i should be patient but i can hardly wait;
we should carry out what we're
it's crazy how he makes me feel
and it's crazy how i need to touch him.
we pump and thump,
his hand holds my neck
and another finger slips into my mouth,
i close my eyes because i love the taste.
he whispers something perverted in my ear,
it was a dirty thing to say.
a dirtiness i crave and seek after from him;
a dominance i can't get from anyone else.
his hands move from my neck to cup me,
to grip me, to grasp me, to hold me;
my moans louder than words,
a harder thrust and a stroke in the middle.
he rocks my boat,
i think he knows just what he's doing now.
soon we're going to have to coast
because he knows how i feel about it.
that's too slow, go ahead and feel me up
and make me yell;
he rocks my world with one push.
TRUMPS THREAT TRUMPS ATTACK
HE IS DENOUNCING JAMES COMEY
THERE IS NOW NO TURNING BACK
WITH THREATENING WORDS
AND TERRIBLE TWEETS
TRUMP IS REALLY ABUSIVE
THERE IS NO RETREAT
IS TRUMP CAUGHT UP
IN THE RUSSIAN SCANDAL
GETTING RID OF COMEY
IS MUCH EASIER TO HANDLE