On the Plastic Chair

Orange hair and golden teeth shined through his dark beard as he sat chewing incessantly.
Corner of that street always abuzz with his useless banter.
Tired, he finally spat out- his tongue. 

I got a brazillian wax the other day.

I have never laughed so much before.

shit-up straight

Go

Why couldn't one day be about me
What do i have left if I am no one in your idle life
I am no one at all then
No one in my busy life, my idle life, my loving life, my life
What do I have left if I am no one in my life
I never was and never will be in yours ever 

Prey

How you have so much heat i know not,

but i know i flame you up, i do.

With all clothes on, i make you see my insides

with no movement of yours i can feel you; 

on my bosom, my back, my mouth, your breath on my ear,

my thighs, my wet lips.

I feel you pull my hair, as you smack my stiff behind, pounding.

The lust monster wakes me, bakes me, soaks me with his luscious fall.

Drape me with it, the milk of your lust.
Cover me with nothing but you.
Feel me drip as i do now.
Writing my creamy day dreams to you.

groping thoughts

you have a way with your words - and with your lips
you say much too much, and do grueling well at it
but with all your lust some sweetness i sense
fuck that bitch i want your thirst and thrust
you show me glimpses of love in wraps,
you do
that works fine as wine, and makes me groove

Lullaby

I have so much hate for you 
That I write to you even when you're asleep 

That's also how much I miss you 
That I talk to you even when you're asleep

morning lust

making shapes with our bodies, when we do
the ones that join u and me from the inside so true
i feel only lust and hunger on your skin
the flame burns on both sides and the line between runs thin
mould we do, our thoughts in person
give me some more and ill wrap you in my sins
caress those bends and seep deep in

anomaly

He pissed me off, I lost lust.
He cummed all over me,
took a breath,
and then said sorry.

Doodles in the head: Her

Each vein is calling out for you, searching

doodles on a train: HIM

Hemp love

The other day I kissed hemp-balm lips for the first time. After forty minutes he took me to the corner, held my hands, said, "I love you and I will never do that to you again". Then he showed me the mirror.