"artistrick" poems
I felt the kiss of a girl
She touched me
She still is
Yet she won’t last
Nothing ever does
Back to the minor artistrick spectrum role
She believed and she made a believer out of me
In the granjoke.
“I must say i’m impressed with this stuff”
Is the old semimental fluff
You’d expect from a saucepan elect.
I felt the kiss of the girl
And the cold air biting at my earlobe
I felt it.
I felt it man.
I didn’t just sense it.
So anyway she pulls away
My lips gainst hers
Then not again. For the thousandth time.
First time in ages.
She clung but did not lock
Her taste, i remembered well,
Sweet and unsavoury
Unique, repulsive
She got me convulsive
Submissive
Allowable to the point of
Control.
Now I don’t complain to be no great
Wordsmith of our time
But when the fates align
And forces combine
She was there.
Staring through her orange glow
In a way, heck, wouldn’t you like to know.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
I felt the kiss of a joint
She touched me
She still is
Yet she won’t last
Nothing ever does
Back to the minor artistrick spectrum role
She believed and she made a believer out of me
In the ganjoke.
“I must say i’m impressed with this stuff”
Is the old semimental fluff
You’d expect from a ****** elect.
I felt the kiss of the joint
And the cold air biting at my earlobe
I felt it.
I felt it man.
I didn’t just sense it.
So anyway she pulls away
My lips gainst hers
Then not again. For the thousandth time.
First time in ages.
She clung but did not lock
Her taste, i remembered well,
Sweet and unsavoury
Unique, repulsive
She got me convulsive
Submissive
Allowable to the point of
Control.
Now I don’t complain to be no great
Wordsmith of our time
But when the fates align
And forces combine
She was there.
Staring through her orange glow
In a way, heck, wouldn’t you like to know.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC