Friday, October 30, 2009

You see, I told yah

Tickle me with your goatee

From the concaves of my hips to the

Uphill of my buttocks

Lavish me with your kiss.

---then ravage me with your tongue

As my senses will evaporate into mist

wafted up towards your nostrils

Closing my eyes

Singing praises to the wind


As I will pin you down,

And sow you into the ground


A gardener, that's what I am

I will Rake you with my fingers

From your skull down to your soul




Watch me shudder as the electricity

Run through my spine

Grow up my boy, and crawl into the unknown

I will see you get lost

As you will be searching my name

Into this wilderness,

Searching in vain

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