"trikles" poems
You set my world on fire you're my greatest desire.
Like a miner or prospector i must perspire as i search for the sweet sacred nectar that is of your flower.
As your nectar trikles off your flower releaseing so much power.
I can feel the nectar's calming powers as it drips off the lips as i take a sip and a quick lick.
You're the most beautiful thing in this universe's sector there is no better not even god can make a replica or even try to make you better and nothing even comes close to being almost better.
I wish i could write you a letter but maybe this poem will be better.
Like reading it might make you shake and shiver maybe even quiver.
Like when im caressing your body with a feather or strapping you down and playing with leather.
OOOOOH BABY!!!!
I love the look in your eyes as they fill with surprise as you force open your eyes and let out a magnificent passionate cry of love lust and exstasy begging me for more.
As your getting wetter and wetter and then i smell that sweet sweet nectar i know i found my prize i knew it from the very second i looked into those gorgeous angel like eyes god **** im glad i get to be your guy.
Then i remembered lifes so much better on this side of the glass that is playing with you gin and always letting you win in the garden of love
MY TRUE LOVE THATS YOU BOO YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 6:58 AM UTC
On a sunrise as in a thought.
We are lost for choices become hollow as
the smile becomes a mask.
Shackles cut into flesh trikles down the wrist
traces of the remains of what never shall be.
In a morbid sense i respect the empty hours
and cherish this isolation like mistress
that wait's for my return.
Flesh for canvas painting's in tone's no longer
a direction slowley we drift.
Taken from the scene another will always replace.
As a wheel has no end the start is a mystery
none care to solve.
Why mask reason when insanity we share?
Whom will erase my page?
Only to recreate my line.
Im headed for that slow decline.
In delusion I exist as in darkness
I fade.
A scroll none can see.
A vision seldom shared.
To gasp for air is to strangle apon
life the empty words crash to collect dust
in my cluttred life's floor.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 3:16 PM UTC