Where iT goes

It breaks my heart,

How her flesh

Screams to me,

Bringing out a side

Of me,

I don’t want to be.

I’ve suppressed enough..

Oh woe!

How my urge

Begs to be sink it’s teeth!

If only

For a moment,

So that iT

Can be free…

My satisfaction

Although,

Is never ending…

All iT needs

Is a taste

So that it can cease & desist

It’s terrible

Curiosity…

Now back

In the darkness

iT hides

In iT’s

recluse,

labyrinth.

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From 321

From 321

It’s so fuzzy

I can’t

really

tell.

What’s going on

Over
here.

And

Over
there.

What’s the distance
from
The light

To where

Sight can see

&

Hearts can yell.

Still be heard

And Saved

Before intentions

Set
for fail.

Why would they go
That way?

That,

I really

Can’t

Tell.

I’ve figured out

Some Patterns

But other than that

I don’t know my self

well.
Well enough

That is,

To escape

My minds hell…

Bad timing

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To breathe…
(Just) to be…
I AM sure
That is all,
She is wanting…
But me…
Oh
selfish me…
Craves to keep her,
For me
& only
ME!…
Not in a cage,
But
More than likely
A very elegant leash…
My hands
Would never dare pull
Without her permission,
Since I prefer
To control
Not physically,
But mentally…
So
To be,
Speaking
Completely
And
Honestly…
I yearn
Like an innocent youth
With all of my might,
& All of my soul
Whole
heartedly…
To have it be,
Just her
and me.
Constantly,
Wrapped in one another
Deeply
Heavily breathing…
Unfortunately.
She’s been a slave
Far before
I started lusting
For her
So
passionately…
No matter
How badly
I would give
For she,
Only
Wishes,
To be
Free…

Mood Lighting

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There is
a light
That shines,
And
iT’s meant
To guide you,
& me…

At best,
iT causes
Us to fight,
Because
we can’t believe
What iT is
That
the other,
Can see…

I can’t rest
If iT’s too
bright,
What is iT
About the darkness,
That just
Allows me to be?…

I’d offer
My hand,
To have & to hold
with
All my might,
But at this time
My dear,
I’m not ready to leave…

That awkward silence

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Torn
From what,
“The word” states
And what,
I AM…

To be gentle
Is wise,
And yet
I have
Aggressively
Anxious
Hands…

I don’t want
To be a fool,
What i do
I create
A need to have…

So out of necessity
I hide away
I hope
You understand.

A monsters ransom

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-iT
Doesn’t care,
iT
Wants
To Be lost
In iT self…

-with all iTs distractions
Peripheral visions
Collideoscope
The heart felt….

+ diluting
All that’s around
iT
Can’t comprehend
The ágape…

+ so iT
Crashes
Head on
In hopes
iT’s purpose
Properly translates…

– push
stampedes
To shove,
When the blind
Brush along the walls.

-Occasionally
Bursting off the ceiling
When
There’s nothing left
to stand on…

+Offense
Shouldn’t be taken,
For that in which
You know not
There of.

+sadness
The constant passenger,
iT
Continues to love…

5 o’clock cacti

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The desert
Is dry,
My thirst
Unsatisfied,
May the dew
From the thighs,
Of the motherland
Amplify.

When my lips
Reach to sip
& my tongue
Is fortified,

I cannot stop
Until nature cums
And our beings
Emulsify.

To the just Lord
She crys,
With
Sweet agony
In her eyes,

My mouth
I open wide,
To reclaim
What is rightfully
My prize.

Our hands
Clasped
&
Unified,

We give
Praise
Towards
The sky,

Once her
Convulsions
Turn
Petrified,

And I listen
To her bosoms
Beat
A Morris code
Lullaby,

My heart
Is
now on
High,

So this old soul
No longer needs to be
Spry,

For the flesh
Has had iT’s fill
And I now
Am ready to die….