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As Long as Forevers Don’t Cease
Something moves,
Beneath the vermilion shirt
I had flung onto the carpet
Your world is quiet
And time is inert…
You find your way out
Not knowingly
Blessing my hour with a smile
The morning kiss,
You insist on one cheek
I feel a purr
Welcoming and sleek
A polite melody
Since you cannot speak
the tastiest to eat,
because your kisses are as sweet
as nectar.
We are lost in the field,
the tall flowers tickling my body
as I make my way down to the stream.
My dress flowing with the wind,
made from a curtain of silk
that I bought on my trip to the city.
Tonight the crisp air pierced me into excitement,
making it apparent that when I think of you
my body obeys.
The woman that wife’s will never invite
The one with the mouth, opinions, and brains
Who’ll never be asked round to their house again
The cause of divorce one way or another
Who’s always accused of being a lover
Causing a rift at parties or work
That a combat zone is a bastard of a place
And it really doesn’t matter which side you’re on
Because whatever your belief, war is just wrong
Why is it so hard to live with each other
We are all one, you’re my sister, my brother
When did we become so expendable and cheap
Why is life too hard to cherish and keep
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As you slam me against the wall
Your lips locked with mine
In a heady kiss
Dripping with lust
And the taste of my desire
My naked body contorts
Against your own pale flesh
Trapped between you and the cold wall
As shivers run down my spine
And your hard prick sinks slowly
Between my legs
I cry out with pleasure
Wanting more
Needing more
Kissing you deeply
You swallow my moan
And make it your own
The laces of your fashionable jogging shoes,
With a glistening in your eyes,
That put our love in the morgue,
As if love was a race just to win a medal,
My mouth was filled with the dust of your words,
Like a modern prep student, I nodded,
The April sky laughed,
The blossoming flower’s fragrance screamed,
In the most beautiful municipal park of city
Tender is the Night
Of love’s once shining Star
By heartaches least wanted
I adore thee from afar
And if my soul could render
All of me I’d give to you
Along with Cupids sender
The half-tears eavesdrop down the cornice
Half filled gin,
And on the rocks, half resolved Calcutta, John Coltrane
The colossally bare tree against the smeared blues
Stands erect
the way light and shadow
play hide and seek.
I search and see a foggy future
in clear Waterford crystal.
It shatters as seconds cease
to tick tick on.
