#drawl
Bluegrass sprouts a brow,
When Kentucky’s one crow left;
Feign drawl and bourbon.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
you are running water
Spreading, seeping slowly down the holes
Of a drain, and
You are holding a slim pencil
Between two long elegant fingers
And ******* its tip into your mouth
So that its pink rubber end
Disappears behind your pink pliant lips.
Your every sleek movement is sensual
And I am ignited by
Every turn and tilt of your head
And the drawl of every unwakeful stretch
That pulls the skin over your forearms tight
And makes the sweat on the back of your neck
Glisten like imperfect rhinestones
Sliding into
forbidden,
inaccessible
territory.
-How I wish that territory
were accessible-
You lackadaisical beast of the mornings,
With sandy eyes and ambling legs,
Wrap. Wrap!
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
Broken speech drawl on slow
Tell you where to ****** go
Rather be alone
Set in stone
Too late
Now
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC