Drapes in brown & bubblegum shades. 4 the tongue, particular taste. Salt of sea, air of new & wet fruit beneath erected hairs of the first tree. Pulp for me? Spring of life tributaries catching at your knees. Pulp for me? Tell me, if I drink, am I eternal?
I wish this loneliness would leave me alone. I am legally blind, a metaphor for my state of mind I like to keep people at bay, say, do all people carry dismay? I look at her *****, it's like a potent revolver Warm, wet, scratched, and half-seen I wish I was a problem solver.
Me experimenting with rhymes, beats, and composition. Notice how rhymes entwine and how the lines have a logical structure.
The likes of you I can't describe, Yet I love to eat between your thighs. The melody you spake to me Unfolds my greatest sovereignty. I crave to quaff all of your spit, And swallow every drop of it. Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh, Those bare and supple ****** *******, Your eyes that follow my firm gaze, While we kiss and lick and misbehave. I need to feel each piece of skin, Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again. It's such a treat to eat you whole; I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.