She said with her mouth;
"allow me to
sip you like
a fine aged wine".
While her eyes were
guzzling me down
like a frat party's
funnel.



written by me... ..

People,
always seem
to leave
too soon.

While;

Feelings,
and emotions
remain
too long.


written by me... ..

One folk
writes like
Poe.
Another folk
writes like
'Joe'.
'Joe's' words
are
ham sandwiches
for the hobos.
Poe's words
are poison
inside the
hater's veins
that systemically flow.




written by me... ..

My life's happiness is
what her
spiritual soul
monopolized.

Until one
summer's night,
I lost
them both to
negligent
homicide.

Lips that
are now a
smile's suicide.

And a heart
that now
drowns underneath
every
ocean's tide.


written by me... ..

You're the pill that I should never take.
You're the sugar cream on my favorite slice of cake.

Your ******* taste like candy Dot gumdrops.
Your deep inner thighs leave me licking my chops.

You're my breathless,
pulse pounding fantasy.
You're the one that I would love to form a 'we'.



written by me... ..

As his fingers
laced themselves
around her neck;
he found it-
hard to breathe
himself.

She expressed
sullen hues
as she whimsically
finger painted,
on her open air canvas with
one finger and
her eyes
focused on
the heavens above.

"Woe is me".
She paints
in tattered dress
and short breaths
questioning her life's agony.

She asks;
'is there ever an oasis to reward my life lived in the nocturnal forest'?

She cries;
'my palette is bountiful of bright and cosmic hues and yet, I elect to paint in tortured blacks and midnights'.

'The storms and shadows are relentless', she exclaims.

'I think that I just want to be like everyone else',
she says.

'But then again,
do I' ?

She dips her finger in the hue of onyx on her palette and she whispers...
'naw'!



written by me... ..