Devouring The Devoted

A
subtle
thought
Apart
from
who
You
see
I
don’t
rain
on
Parades
I
leave
A
chemical
of
Aromas
built
By
Chilled
atoms
To
A
Tantric
mental
Catching
Your
Mind
like
Fly
paper
It
never
goes
Away
Pheromones
Special
guest
Hitting
the
nasal
Inhaled
turning
Eyes
from
black
To
hazel
Now
you
are
trapped
In
my
rum
drunken
Legs
Drunk
Waking
you
up
Like
America
running
On
Duncan
Morning
Hot
Coffee
Donuts
I’m
like
shoes
that
fit
You
just
right
I’ll
wear
You
on
me
like
a
balaclava
eyes
hold
Fire
before
I
run
In
your
bank
To
Withdraw
From
Sticking
Up
Blushing
Comet
Orgasmic
Lips
To
Kiss

Love Letter #4

“Romantic Numerals”

 

My hands caressing outlines the facial…

Cross my heart…

Hope to kiss icy cold lipstick…

Winter fresh…

Soft olive branch locket…

Opens up my veins to inject…

Your spirit…

Fire…

Was that to much?

All airy elements on earth…

Your priceless minerals are gaurded…

Fist up…

Gold, diomands, pearl’s, ruby’s, emeralds and you!

Your district minimizes my night terrors…

Yes you can!

Only you!

Leaves pastence in the wake of the mist…

Reborn!

Two desirable trouble makers…

Keep growing the organ of healthy living…

No preservatives with unlimited hugs and dope kisses….

Hooked baby!

No corruption, condoms or rehabilitation saving poison with poison…

Towards unbroken rings…

The stronger promise…

 

LOVE IS HERE!