Untitled XXIII

My hands prey on you

Speaking to your knees
praying word gets sent on.
Not quite sure if it has something to do with
the lotion residue
left in the webbing
of my fingers
that lingered
long after the lotion was spread
everywhere
especially
in the creases between your thighs.

Perhaps this is just a means
to reunite part of my being
with the Motherland...

Because there are some things
I've yet to learn about her oceans
about her lands
that need to be crossed
to get deeper

If I can push aside...
everything fancy and
lace
and wonderfully well man made
I could get inside
of everything good and plenty and

My hand has a mind of it's own
Perhaps
You could teach it a few lessons.

Scrumptious

You always were my favorite
flavor.
Even before I tasted you,
I had a taste for you.
Something worthy
of a savor.

Proud

Hold your breath

Love, hold out on me

A little longer

Than what you were known for

Just give me little kisses

of sweet and sour

mixed signals

with your hand

down my pants at red lights
in the middle of traffic why not
hold on to me a little longer?


Fuck a goodbye nut

Hold your breath one second longer than you think you can
and I'll be there to bring you into euphoria

I miss you
when you cum.

I miss you when you're not trembling
seismic quakes running through your body's hemisphere
below the waist

Now love,

pure and true
this is what they told me would happen when I got into you

And now I'm knee deep
Heartbeat
into you...


And you wanna lose your rhythm and shit?

Dear love let's not go back to cheap dates---

Veggie burgers on the corner
with veggie cheese
and veggie mayonnaise Love

Don't make me take the guilt
just to suck it up and say Love,

I'm sorry.

Because I don't know why---

Why Love,

I miss you.

I just miss you and

even if I can't hear your moan anymore
I'll have the pleasure of recalling the memory of once upon a time
many years from now
many years ago
making you cum.

I just want a reason to call,

Love...


Cause I know you've got your hands full
of pride.

Closing Remarks

Let this cut loose any assumed constraints

and serve primary purposeto

reinforce my mere adoration for you Miss

Just in case I leave this Earth

too soon.

I'd give you my last bite of food

and my last sip too.

Flew from my ocean to yours

Now,

what makes you think

I wouldn't go to the moon?

This is merely a fragmented statment

from my heart.

Just promise that the love will hold things together

If the "I" and "you" ever seem to want to

fall a part.

Where Hearbeats Become Faint

Uprooting shall begin

shortly

in hopes of detaching

what has grown artificially

within something

that never existed.

Perplexed as to why there are no regrets;

Current phrase stuck on repeat:

"Ain't and this shit about a bitch?"

Untitled XXI

I worship the ground you walk on

so much

I'd pick up your footsteps

and hand them back to you

just because they're too

deep for this

Earth

The Cutoff: Recant

There is no sound

louder than the silence

of the void

when you want to hear

"I love you"





This is still delicate

all of its entanglements

still very much so intricate

this is "different"

Infinitely definite

The termination fee for a contract you cut short