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Liquid flows

Clear and vicous
Red and sticky

Each has it's own smell
One delightful sometimes foul
Other rust like then pungent

One produced through pleasure and pain
Other from horror and gore

Which would You prefer
Up close and personal

Lover, Killer, Monster,
What brings the liquid forward
Do You even know what each one is?

Bodies respond to stimulus
Sweet or bitter
Pleasure or painful
None really know

How do You reach that pinaccle
Whether wet *******
Blood covered body

Something pleasureable
Perhaps it was painful
Could the result be from both?

Entranced by touch
Captive to sight
Lost in imagination
As it flys through the night

Why does the clear liquid smell putrid
Yet the red liquid smells clean
Pleasure, Pain
Touch of hands
Bite of Fangs

I run from Both
As Body is Cloaked
The explosion of nectar
Release of punctures

Alas this is cryptic
Yet You won't know
Unless it is You
That has feared

Release of liquid
Clear or Red
Which one do you dread?
Hova Dec 2016
Park my car in the traffic, jam with the downpour
The dawn pours light in, drop lets down poor minds with four
Senses, blind to see the beauty in liquid sunshines
Sirens sing along to signal the wicked star signs
Of aligned minds that hit rock bottom, forever free
For cleverly keeping their sanity to never see
Pages that I wept on, beyond the clouds that I rest on
Catch me below the Heavens without my vest on
And take my shirt off as I'm dancing in the rain
Roam and sing to the blind, romancing in the pain
Dancing in the rain, ignoring my phone calls
My blown walls whistle but I ignore my own calls
Back to reality, where I missed living for days
Living for ways, to escape my lyrical maze
My pinaccle stays high in my cynical phase
So I live carefree while everyone's seeking for praise

— The End —