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
Intimacy
Locomotive Locksmith
Through my teeth.
I exhaled my strong self-esteem…
Warm air On the back of
Your neck…
No resistance…
I’m what you were
Missing…
My experience…
Hard Like wood cabinets…
Maybe like brass knuckles…
Let your Lips glistening
Like some lacker… Spreading…
Acrylic strong, vibes,
Good vibrations on
Time…
I Rubbed my stomach…
Entertainment in
for the mouth… More
Play… List…
This ain’t for play…
Rained all day
Down drapes…
A reservoir…
Shows its showers
Before the forecast…
The flowers stimuli… Dipping
Into the vase…
Model Venus…
Breaking the modem…
I couldn’t control my router…
Your soft aggression…
Undeniably…
Spitting like a cobra.
Till… The throat is filled like…
A glass of water
Protein…
Outbursts like Tourette’s…
Syndrome… Fell over
The spot like a… Comb
Over…
Flipping dirty buns in boyshorts
By hand… Spreading….
Like butter…
I can’t believe it’s not…
New angles given…
Your feet a occupational
Position…
My human instincts became…
Well…
Questionable…
Letting the beast out…
Slipping into a cloud…
Show the pipe a slice…
No mainstream artwork…
We just nasty matching nasty…
Bite size creativity sleazy, but
It creates those fabrics
That wont break a bond of order…
The kingdom understanding
No ocward…. Ness….
Bare with me
Till I charge back up…
Funnel Cake
Slow motion detection in overdrive…
From conversions that played on my summer sun…
Two stone members speaking 70s litterateur…
Something only you and I can comprehend…
In this time capsule day and age…
International flights through my mind…
You and I…
Coffee or tea…
I don’t drink alcohol…
Sorry…
Her legs crossed legendary with the now…
Yet different…
Die for…
Oh…
I miss understood your native…
I lay, lie, low in your vocal chords…
50s lingo…
She’s so dreamy…
My favorite flavors of sugar…
Kisses my love life…
Smuggle me in between your flower power…
Let me electric slide my pen to your paper…
After I leave this place…
Call me…
Put My Poems Inside You
(A little explicit)
Come closer to me So I can put my poems inside you…
We don’t need lubrication…
This is a written elation…
My words…
Meaningfully rises esteems pressure bussing pipes in side of you…
You no I don’t lie…
Ever!
You know my feelings inside…
You love it when I whisper sweet somethings…
Arousing your nasty thoughts in public…
Tested!
Ohhhhhh…
I no that special look!
You want to go home now don’t you?
I see the way your eyes are twinkling at I…
Gently breathing out your next words…
She said…
“You so Damn bad…”
Who?
Me!
This I no…
Let’s go home and take it slow…
She said…
“Baby let’s go!”
When we arrived home…
We immediately went inside…
Her mind looked…
Hypnotized while she stripped off her sundress and whatever else…
Baby please keep some on…
I like to see and touch…
She lightly, aggressively grabbed me by my shirt collar with two hands saying.
“I want it now!”
“Please!”
“I want you to put every inch of your poems inside me.”
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 