juniper bouquet kissed in fig leaf sensations,
the ******* tang of ****** divine enraptures my eternity,
billions after billions of humans die,
come climb my urges and my thrills,
spirits sailing in heavenly realms,
come touch your Goddess minds,
eyes after eyes of resurrected zeal,
firmly rooted  in apocalyptic prophecies,
stem of fateful cataclysm,
travelling from the sublime branches of the Universe,
I punish the terrestrial injustices with the power of my thoughts.

tighten your tanned arm around my waist
put your thumb inside my bottom lip
tell me how pretty i look in a dress
even more with it on the floor
and with a sun-dripping smile
i will bloom beneath the ripened lust
that seeps from your secret gaze
like a blazing hillside of orange poppies
shifting towards you in the soft wind
waiting to be crushed

Look here! No here!
Buy me! Want me! Use me!
Don’t you see? I make you happy!

Post. Scroll. Feed.
Dig. Carve. Feast!

Smiles. *******. Wealth. ***.
For you we only want the best!

Watch your friends. Watch your fans.
Watch someone you’ll never know.

No! Here! COME AND SEE!

bleeding nights of fashion,
a smoke of spirit haunts my poise,
words to climb the height of erudite temptation,
born to be the uniqueness of life’s design,
immortal lure of sexuality,
my zeal is inured to pieces of cupidity,
bleeding lure of innocence,
my earthly scent transcends visions of quenched thought,
the will hoards spells of liberation,
ferment of fevers, shock of sighs,
I am the magic of surreal,
my faith to drench the magnitudes of war,
the love to drain aesthetics of perception.

my heart is black roses,
you’re lying on black roses,
my eyes are of diamond relics,
warm and wet,
my lips are waves of bleeding fire,
I am in diamonds, I am in tears,
I told you I am evanescent in time,
you taste me once and then you die,
I am the storm and nature of your personality,
do you truly understand what hides above and underneath the world?
it’s just above my heart, it’s just a scream,
a purple scream,
the scream of sexuality and love.

To touch her nakedness with my own
was to take our most human moment
and suspend it higher than the stars
where human beings had no right to be.

To kiss her while we met in bareness
was to transcend our humanity
and in our most ****** pleasure
feel totally unconfined freedom.

To make love with nothing between us
was to make humans’ humanity
and have the two come alive as one
where life itself is understatement.

i have convinced myself otherwise.

that all these feelings for you have vanished,
and it did at least for a little bit.

or maybe i just ignored it too well,
but when you grasped my hand.

your touch brought warmth,
and sparked all the forbidden emotions to unleash.

yet i still try to convince myself otherwise,
but these emotions are a good high.

even if you are never mine.