i see myself through the abstract
gentle touches of my own skin
i can never be fully enveloped in
through the periferialls
i see myself as paper thin
i am delecate
and am easily weighted by my own self
i am a reflection through glass
easily passed by
but leaves you wondering if there  is any true substance

The young lady asked the Yeti
“What is your name…do you have one?” As the kissed.
While kissing, the Yeti said that he had no name. So the young lady
Massaging his chest gave him a name
Vajramrita… after the fierce deity
For he was a fierce lover.
He kissed her on the fore head.
Vajramrita and the young woman kissed
Their tounges me and dance erotically.
She sat on her lover while kisssing and rode him and rolled her hips.
He ****** with her ****** rhythms as they coupled.
Soon enough the Yeti got on top of his delecate lover.
He entered her and gently jumping
As if trying not to hurt her
The yeti thengot between her legs
She could feel his face bewteen her.
Then she felt his probing tounge.
He gently yet passionately kissed her womanhood
Again not to hurt her.
Even monsters need love and defection.
The young woman stroked his head and he looked at her.
She took him my the scruff and pulled his head closer to her
And kissed him. As they kissed monster and human explore eachother in an embrace
The young lady went down
And kissed and nipped at his member.
After she was done with his member
The kissed and they slept in each other’s arms
Body twisted and entwined together

The young lady
Shaved her head on a daily basis
To keep up appearances
For yeti and human alike.
She goes out of the cave
And sees the large moon.
She said it reminded her of
Her savage yet skilled lover
The Yeti
Say that the moon reminded him of
Her beautiful face with her shaved head.
The yeti sits with his
Delecate flower
And they kissed.
She teases him with her tounge
And the yeti kisses her in return
Ever so gently.

In a new cave
The Yeti and his lover
Woke up to strange
Yet
Pleasant music.
“Good morning my sweetheart, the Yeti said.
As he gently kissed
His delecate flower
The young woman did not
Know to couple
Dance
Or both.
They both decided
That their tounges will do
The dancing as they meet
During the kiss.
The Yeti and the young woman
Couple tenderly
Though on his terms
He has his way with her
The young woman
Loved every minute
Of it.

One winters night
The yeti and his flower
Tenderly kiss
In the light
Of a full moon
As she sits in his furry and warm
Lap
They embrace eachother
Exploring bodies
To keep warm.
The yeti was muscular and furry yet hairy
Where as his flower was soft
As they couple
He enters her
Making her forbidden flower blossom
Again.
How he loves his delecate flower.

Your love was sprinkled upon her like delecate raindrops from the sky, and though she wasnt as elegant as the others, your heart belonged to the girl with red hair, and blue eyes, and who's head was half shaved.

She prohibited your actions, yet you were patient, and proximity grew closer.
You always showed how genuine your feelings for her were, which made her feel special.
Your intentions were never to hurt her, and for a while you didn't, but the time came, and you messed up, and your loyalty to her became nothing but a lie.
Now that girl, who supposedly had the heart belonging to you, lays in her bed in the dark, afraid to come out, not wanting to get hurt.

As the young lady got picking poppies
The Yeti comes with
Curiosity got the better of him.
She puts a poppy behind her ear.
The Yeti comments on her beauty
And kissed her gently as not to bite for he doesn’t want to harm his delecate flower
It was night and it was getting colder so the yeti holds and carries her to his home.
The young woman puts on a fire to keep the warm
There in the Yeti’s shelter
The Yeti kisses her in the lit up cave
The drawings and art show up in the walls as they make love.
They explored their bodies.
The young woman explores his fluffy, muscular and furry body
While he explored her sold gently built body.
They couple with each other until morning.

God is the ultimate
Artist
For
I can not creat something this cute
Detail
Or delecate
Swim fish swim.

It was dark
Raining…. monsoons
And cold.
There the Yeti and the young woman
Have their way with eachother
As they kiss
And make love
The yeti gently strokes his delecate lovers freshly shaved head. He kisses her on that shiny head.
He undressed her slowly
And kissed her and her body as he undressed her.
Universal beauty is a shaved head.

As I feel asleep to billy idol
And I close my eyes
I see tibetan mantras
Writen eligantly in gold
Glittering.
The. I see your
Gentle yet
Meditative face
As if you are meditating
And then jestering me to
Come to you
I come and kiss you
Gently
As if you were precious
Yet delecate.
Then the mantras
And you
Disappear.
I full into a restless sleep.

I don’t know
How much
A of delecate snow flake you
Are
But I hope you
I hope putting your
Love letters
In my screen shots
And Dropbox
Doesn’t freak you out.

Programmed

Deep in the depths of her inner core the fragments of me call a sweet home, years have passed by with new versions trying to insert and hack her mainframe. I've stayed hidden living in the most delecate parts of her functions, "suctioned by the old father from that day I vouwed  I'd never live" even if one day I'm mimicked in a version of a doll, or cast away as ash in mother natures oceans path ways in her I'll forever live programmed.

Swoo

Look at this
Freaking
Flowers
Not a painting on
The delecate beautiful
But
A photograph
Of the Big Dipper
Prejected on
It
This surreal scene
On such a flower
The detail
Is so beautiful

What is missing is something
I can't wrap my brain around

you always say I'm not subtle
and that is true

I just wish I could be more delecate
in my communication to you

but I'm too obsessed
with how things fit back to together

like plates and cups
and I love the smell of glue

Whit Howland © 2020