(Picture culled from Google.com) Non-mythical creature that hunts its prey most times'the midnight hour Lures it home for a nightcap and somewhere in between will say "excuse me while I take a shower"Time passes and by virtue of alcoholic venom his prey relaxes, Defense mechanism deactivated - Here is where his chance is!His deep stare, paralyzing, undressing his victim before his hands do Having his wicked way, by morning his victim turned to stone rests as another trophy on his mental mantle.
Poem of few words yet expressions speak volumes form 5-7-5
My skin, your play ground Your kiss- a sting, then I itch O Such fowl romance!
Irresistible! Sky making love to my mind ...I reach for my phone
No matter its pose The heavens bare such beauty ...even in pixels NB: Both shots were taken by me
from my Blackberry, and edited on Instagram
Day breaks
and I lay awake
reminiscing
Last night
now
a
vision
Those almost kisses
Orgasmic near misses
as your body mixes with mine
Damn!
such sweet wine
O so fine
Googled!
Your tongue full of tricks
in my mouth transfixed
keeps hush the screams
wild fire, porn scenes
the dashes and clashes
as your ravage my Ravine
DAMN!
Breakfast comes all too quickly!
So abrupt,
the smell of pancakes
rudely disrupt
my daydream
of the night’s passing
but alas
you’re here
You draw near
and I deliberate
on how you make it up to me
Gladly for all its worth
we settle for dessert
love making
in all its
poetry
Can't touch, won't dare touch! Can't taste... might as well swallow ...I look, and it hurts Life deals a joker Set at odds with my desire ...Love is paradox
Writing sheets lay bare My pen, stilled for a season ...Genius where art thou?
Consider I not the sweet but sour my teeth do gnash this late night hour Sorrow makes the news... a constant reality as Love gains distance from humanity A crimson generation we've become No fire works, we prefer guns and exploding bombs And to what end is all the killing- what creed? lives-limbs lost, fulfilling what need?!She could have been our mother, They could have been your kin ... They were! They are! I am! We are! So whats with all the blood spilling? ...O Love be our volition to find! That this generation may regain its title- "Man-KIND"
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This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is KINDNESS- Dalai Lama
Cruel star, burning Renders us UV-ray scares Glad I've got Sun-screen! Barbecuing sky, Do you like your humans crisp? I'm almost ready! Nerve wrecking heat wave Blame it on global warming Feels like I'm melting!
Exactly how I feel right now!
(Googled!)
Because their hair is inky black or fiery red or golden yellow or chestnut brown.
Because their eyelashes are numerous, and their ears are dainty.
Because they have plump behinds and hilly chests.
Because their thighs make a cannibal out of a fasting monk.
Because their necks are like the necks of swans, but a touch more gracious.
Because they have funny bellybuttons, and sometimes indecently placed beauty-spots.
