Lustful
Delicious sin
Burning flame
Ignite my skin
Feel my desire
Heat so sweet
Lips on fire
Quench the thirsty
My wild drive
Please have mercy
Vanilla.
She does not like vanilla
No, her tastes would make Cruella
Seem like a tame abuela
Though she’s got a body like Stella
With her, every breath
Is a dance with Death
She’s more addictive than meth
Except she’s relatively better for health
Fromage est fromage
In life, cheese is cheese
Enjoy it all, mes amis
No Velveeta, please
You're welcome.
Desire’s Heart
I am lazy
and sensual,
falling in and out
of drowsy dreams
Capture me now
mid-thought,
and ask me what
I want.
My lids are low
and sexy
My tongue caught
between my teeth
My electric regions
pulsate and throb
into a yearning
beat.
This is the time
this is the now.
Ask me,
and I will
tell you
The reveal of my
heart's desire...
Life
Let me tell you
how short life is
i lost a dear friend
only 14 years in
others make it to 100
others don't quit beat the odds
leaving at only 16
some make it to 30
only to have their life taken from them
some don't make it out of the womb
but what is life
if it is not filled with joy
what is life
without the risk
life every day like its your last
that's what he always said
hes been dead not 24 hours
Lust
Lust rests below the surface, waiting patiently to pounce.
The curve of a hip...a word from a lip...off comes my slip.
The reason's why I shouldn't don't enter my mind...please sanity help me renounce what's not mine.
Life
Some say life is great,
but others treat life with hate.
The world is getting darker.
Depression getting stronger.
Happiness is fading away,
replaced by a new day.
Darkness left and right.
People filled with shock and fright.
Life isn't a person.
It is never easy.
Nothing in it might be fun.
But don't let your story be quickly done.
AS THE DAY IS
As the day is,
So is life:
Mornings and evenings,
Birth and old age.
Rain and sunshine,
Riches and lack.
Days and nights,
Births and deaths
As the day flies,
So does life.
A day summarizes a life.
In the end, they'll end.
He thought my eyes were pretty.
He thought my eyes were pretty.
In a way i thought I could love
but truth was.
He thought my eyes were sexy.
in way he thought he could lust.
Ive never felt less feminine
till he made me the object of his desire
and then made me the object of his game
then got bored and threw me away
He thought my eyes were pretty
and i regret ever looking back into his
what hurt soul he had to have been
to ruin the friendship
and then ruin the friend
My first encountor of lust
over something as simple
as my eyes
not ass or my boobs
would'nt you think
that could be love too?
Helicopter Seeds/Life
Samaras
The winged seeds of maple trees
Break free
Spin down
To the floor
Past the Scarface blimp
‘THE WORLD IS YOURS’
Some become Seneca
Some sketch an exfil
With a pencil
Or alcohol
And Advil
Some spend 45 years compressed
At a desk
Spine=Slinky
Slave to the Outlook diary
Slave to the salary
Another casualty in the dead-eye gallery
Crushed by variable rate rape
Never germinate
The attrition of tradition
Turns good seeds bad
Food for mushrooms
Food for feeds
Food for zombies
Oh, pretty please, FATHER TREE
All my beautiful dreams became ‘coulda/woulda/shoulda beens’
Became WASTED! GTA5 scenes
On the Truman screen
Be that as it may
The fact remains
There are 2 universal truths for all helicopter seeds:
1: They fly
2: They fall.