7-up of them. Apart from the useless blabbering that seems to make sense I have decided that i shall write a poem, well about sex. Sigh yes yes it has already been done like a billion times but please don't criticize me just enjoy. ok ok ? just enjoy my deliberation on the sex idea. (it just popped into my head) honest!
here goes --
The sense of release
movement, a catch of breath, heavenly
like a handkerchief, the white
stained with the red red.
achoo, tuberculosis
fearful disease. cough out the gravel from within
Flutter like a wind
dresses, the street lit with a hundred lights
angelic, halos above the heads
the dinner, a michigan man.
The food arrives
platters close and open
the dead laid on the table. Queasy,
the silence is tenuous.
we mumble our way through.
The signals
blow away the inhibitions, swans.
the Beast swayed by the Belle
the music a samba beat, pluck pluck.
A violent dance
the two, muskets, the duel
power struggle betwixt
the Gothic empire. Towers in high
Pierce sky, moon looks down showering on us
stars fall out of the sky, they are her eyes
transfixed on the joint.
The man used as a toy,
Slave to the witch
bubble brew the cauldron
the arsenic, the acid creeps
eats the heart. Burns
Flesh body carnal sin.
Accursed,dying every time, everyday
Lilith kissing eating the sin
the incest, disillusioned, the lustful screeches.
Devilish, the imbalanced two.
one ruling the other
nail in the tree, the dart pierce, the slamming
moment pervade the shell. Feeling of pain
pain pain, Passion.
The bed a big bang
As the birds dance, each giving to each other
blood, plush, the pink the red,
lips ears breast body
thighs and
Feet, kissing the healer, the teacher.
Teasing, ecstasy, drug lord bring to the gate of heaven.
and you pierce up, up! the blood pouring from the side
white and red the blended mess.
drip flow drip
my wound stitch it up
ooze ooze the pus on my fingers eat into her body
the scarlet flesh of her, and her voice, the jazzy rhythm.
The red, pink skin
the illustrious artist paint nude
her towering over me
the scent
blood
vampiric and a monk
blood, the holy grail, the man which i devour.
flood, fill and reach.
Oh! god god god !
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there really is'nt much that i can say .
