And in my slumber,
I crave
the taste
of your delicious lips,
traces of me
on your strawberry tips
& your sweet nectar,
oh, the
thought of
licking
your sweet nectar
arouses me &
keeps me up,
all night.

It's
always
the ones
who've
done
the least
and
sacrificed
nothing,
who
always
seem
to have
the
most to
say.

i feel your breath moving up and down slowly
your face, tranquil and untouched
i stare for a while, just enjoying this moment
your arms surround me like a cloak of warmth
your breath on my neck, sending shivers by my spine
you tighten your arms slightly, letting me know you’re still there
i have never felt more safe, or more at home,
i breath in your smell, drinking in your heat
my world at this time defined by yours
but you will never know
i can never give you that power

When did life become the new Hollywood
and us actors playing a part
Who's directing what used to be a blockbuster
Which is now quickly becoming a flop

Who wrote this screenplay anyways
Possibly Stephen King?
Who taught us how and what to say
All these lines of make believe

Who holds up the Cue cards and hollers out action,
quiet on the set we're about to begin
Who chooses the leading ladies
and picks out the leading men

When was it most of us became stand ins
filling up space and time
Not even mentioned in the credits
A bit part in this life

By just surviving the daily we all should get Oscars
No matter the part we play
When did life become the new Hollywood
That my friend is hard to say