"instinctiveness" poems
If I don’t awake, I will be in a place that I am strong
If I don’t awake, I will be knowledgeable
If I don’t awake
I will be able to answer those unanswered questions
But I know, if I was awake
I wouldn't be able to answer those questions
If I was awake, the pertinent words would be said without instinctiveness and hesitance
Like a political conversation in a smoke cloud
Feelings so assert, that everyone gets involved, without even knowing about the topic
When I do awake
I remember only that last line
I use that for my counting sheep
Back asleep
If I don’t awake
Repeat.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
I want to consume him like
Succulent seafood at Mayflower’s
Delight in his seamless flight
His powerful magnetic majesty
Travel in his deep, serene, and sensuous valleys
Of gay and intense enchantment
Take in his lovely, creative, and all-pervading charm
He makes me utterly vulnerable
Excessively accessible to his incredible fetchingness
He is highly tempting and dreamlike
My sultry, rugged man crush
Slick, silky, sweet, and delicious
I crave to savor his pleasurable collection
Of dream-filled delights
Fill my mind with his colossal volume
Of inspirational compilations
Get lost in his magical stellar library
Allow him to feel my world
With his extensive instinctiveness
I yearn to learn everything from him
Absorb his temple of informative history
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 4:21 PM UTC