As steam blurs the bright twilight colors
The moon grabs a cloud to wrap around
checks its reflection biting her lip
The sea frames her light transcending it.
Twinkles her eye and smiles clarity
He whispers back: "You are beautiful"
She blushes, she trusts he believes so
So she ascends to the stary stage.
She will not have the need to outshine,
Nor to hide the craters in her face
To illuminate him profoundly.
It's not that she devotes her life to him
But his overflowing heat burns her
Thus covered to expose herself as art.
Monday, 7 June 2021
Wednesday, 2 June 2021
Paulo my love
Push me up, down and out
At the brink of a shout
Uncertain but for doubts
Longing to chose the best
Overthinking all but us.
My root and challange
You are to life my bridge.
Lust can extinguish never
Our deep hunger for merger
Voiced in the choices made
Ever flowering our bed.
At the brink of a shout
Uncertain but for doubts
Longing to chose the best
Overthinking all but us.
My root and challange
You are to life my bridge.
Lust can extinguish never
Our deep hunger for merger
Voiced in the choices made
Ever flowering our bed.
Wednesday, 26 May 2021
cruel joke
Hide your drown eyes,
Shelted by the shade on your cap
Hide your drown eyes
When his sulen words sting as bees
Your breast twists tight as an old mop
Trying to strangle out dirt drop
Hide your drown eyes.
Shelted by the shade on your cap
Hide your drown eyes
When his sulen words sting as bees
Your breast twists tight as an old mop
Trying to strangle out dirt drop
Hide your drown eyes.
His lips turned up
With mischieve in their straight line
His lips turned up
As if his fiery words wouldn't cut
iron burning my intraile
With his frivolous studying gaze
His lips turned up
"It was a joke!"
"What do you mean you cold rough turd?"
"It was a joke!
Just to shake your green leafs and poke
Not meant to actually hurt
But to see how your frail voice chocked.
It was a joke!"
Cool air returned...
Through my nose down the pipe and chest
Cool air returned...
should shove my knuckles up your face
deceiving betrail of your test,
But he's been true, it was a jest
Cool air returned...
drumming alive under my breasts
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