Janiya

Janiya Dec 2017

Is it sad how I’ve only kissed three people in my life?
And expect to make love on the first time with a lover instead of casually *******
I’m nothing
My *** life is made of white dove
The innocence replaces the explicitness in my seductive walk
I strut
****
I’m shut
I hope to be something
Have something that’s out of touch
But I’m too smart
I’m too cautious
I’m too focused
I just wanna let go for a while
Lose my style maybe even smile when I reach my peaks on mountains and
Resemble fountains
And squeeze hands while on a bike ride
Taste the citrus in a ruby fruit jungle
I’ve always liked limes more than lemons
Dark chocolate more than milk
Wine over syrup
Let’s go out for a snack asometime
Maybe an aphrodisiac
Slack on my work a little
Work my hips a little
Be a little more than just a good girl

I got bright eyes
And I still like big lollipops
I still like sweet things
And show of my chest with spaghetti strap tank tops
And sometimes I get tempted from holding hands and whispers
I shiver
Quiver
Stutter
Like Betty Boop
My eyes flutter
These tiny climaxes cluster until my chocolate cheeks luster
In a shade similar to your car
The red one you can see in the lights from far
but I could never step inside
I need a ride
We should hide
But you can’t even scream my name to my window or play WET DREAMS
To my window from your radio cause you’re too afraid who would look out
Remember I’m a good girl

Janiya Dec 2017

Lovely

Have you ever felt a tear fall lovely
It’s gorgeous
More than dying to a everlasting piano chord or holding pinkies
Your flowers bloomed in my mood
I’m your florist
My throat grows sore
As I remember lovely perturbations
And lovely sensations
And times where you were loving and held tight to your patience
And I wonder when you go when I can’t feel your presence
It’s a present breathing in all the ******* from your old lessons
Legions **** on what was legit

I never wanted such a lovely heart break or a heavy soul
It’s never been a time when your eyes met mine and I looked past your demise
But for some reason I appreciated your lovely lies
Lovely sight
Lovely sighs
Ugly fights
Thick thighs
Tight grips
Cold fingertips

They say the coldest hands have the warmest hearts
I wonder if you thought I was lovely from the start
Am I pretty enough?
Quiet enough?
Do I lie too much?
Do I cry too much?
Why do we fight so much?
Why do I miss your your touch so lovely?
Where are the words you speak with your lovely kiss?

I guess I might walk steadily enough to be a model but my features aren’t of Linda Evangelista
I’m eye candy for the diabetic
I’m a lovely view
But you’re used to savory things

One time my voice didn’t quake
And my loving moans wondered off in the walk of shame
My silence was deadly and you couldn’t handle my tongue in the most innocent of ways
You said you adored it
Treasured it
Never heard something so true
Same way I’ve never seen someone as lovely as you
I guess our lovelies didn’t quite match
For once I spoke my last words
My honest broke our latch

My truths hurt and my lies were sometimes too blunt
Bold and beautiful yet enough to make you
Jump
Ship
Forget
Split
Walk away from me and live

Touch me lovely
Scream me lovely
Miss me lovely
Hold me lovely
Lovingly cry about me

My comebacks are mighty and your stamina was slightly too small
Too lightly
I was lightweight in weight
and you in mind
It’s funny
You’re the kind of lovely only the wicked could find

I miss you lovely
The way you touched me as I held the metaphorical heat gun to the edge of my thoughts and
Pulled the trigger
When you couldn’t pull me together I miss your feathers
I miss our weather
Sunny enough for glares
Cold enough to exchange sweaters
I miss your lovelies because you was my true love

Touch me lovely
Scream me lovely
Miss me lovely
Hold me lovely
Lovingly cry about me

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