I wanna *******…. And not just in the literal sense, but seeing those eyes melts my body like lava running down from a volcano that just erupted violently….now can we cool off with your oceanic flows and create islands??

I say you’re the **** as you walk to and fro,
exuding the essence of woman in such a sultry kind of way it glows…
my thoughts could ravage your very innocence of you not knowing the truth….my eyes constantly rip your clothes off tasting your flesh your wetness your inner thighs…

Dont pardon my French but rather invite the sounds of me French kissing your soft lips down below…
apart from parting those pedals of lustful intrigue desiring the nectar that flows mightier that the Mississippi river herself……****….if you only knew…..you say the one true power you desire is knowing the unknown…

But if you truly knew the perverse ways and rhythms this ride could give you, it might shatter the very thing you desire most…

Like the morning dew off of stems as the sun beams down creating a unique sense of calmness and passion….that’s what portrait I portray being inside of you as father time stops to greet mother nature of her silky curves and milky libations…

Poetically taking sight sound and colour into a masterpiece of grandioso melodic vibrations….
vibrations….hah….my vibrations of crystal blue persuasions can seismically decimate your walls of Jericho with thrusts from my rambunctious sword….**** ah ******* it mechanically drops a single drop in a vast ocean in comparison…
but I cant lie about wanting to split your mind and body like an cherry tree…

Honestly, Washington on a presidential status couldn’t get ahead of the head I could mentally give you ….can I be your mickey d’s and turn your body into a golden arch….Kurt Kobain doped up on ******* will tell you to let me be your…..nirvana…..ecstasy….to the highest degree….

And now as I draw a blank unto this computer screen having been mindlessly ****** to ******* jisms at the sheer thought of the words that formed my thoughts to this here theatrical scene…
i say…..good morning….

Acsending high in the friendly skies
Yet my mind lies in what lies within the inner sanctum
That scream of praise and devastation coitally in your inner thighs

Mornings of wonder and blissful thoughts
Midnights filled with ice cream and talks
Ice Cold...yet our emotions melted and were caught

Like Kobain my brain overloads with what could be
Lines of ******* running to a no end marathon
Of love, lust, and similes

Why can't I shake this feeling
Blended so eloquently with a hint of fresh mint
But the acacia grows perpendicular with right angles of symmetry

Late nights and early mornings like ambrosia you sing...
Wrapped in a lyrical yet detrimental feeling of what could...no...what can be...

I dream of whimsical phalicies and fantasies of you with me
Wrapped so taut around my mind and waist i can't concede...so evocative...a little provocative...

Midnight Mornings greet the sun and the moon
Oh ****....too soon...I zoom...with Commodores like Lionel Richie...

Beatles had
their yesterday
Bowie had his
laughing gnome
Elvis in his ghetto
With his
gramophone.
Frank Sinatra
Flew to the moon
Kirk Kobain
died to soon.
Janis Joplin
Mr cohen
Had there
Chelsea hotel
From the sky
John
Denver
Fell.
oh well.
Johnny cash
Had his ring
Of fire,
Ian Dury
Who had his
Rhythm stick
Whom I
admired.
Buddy Holly
Had his
Peggy sue
When he died
She felt the pain
His music
didn’t
Die
on that plane.
Many artists
Have passed Away
Some were just
having a laugh
Some went drug
crazy
And died in a bath.
Jimmy Hendrix
Alvin Lee
still play the blues
It will be
On your turn table
It’s up to you
To choose.