The touch gave me a tremor
How tunefully tender!
Fingers fidgeting farther
A silk surface of shine and shimmer.
Emerald eyes eyeing me earnestly
How I’m skimming her skin slickly.
From sitting stiff to her sudden shake
How I could smoothly suffer for her sake.
Peace pouring out persistently
She was a trench coat of tranquility.
Resting her feet on the red rug
Her body, a blanket bug.
How stunningly she sat
She was my coy cuddlesome cat.
I will love you. Love you hard. I will tell you, you are my person I will make slurry confessions about how secure you make me feel. I will make you lead the way. I will answer all your questions. I will hold your hand at times and smile at
I live in a whore house. It's not the mere purchase of skin here. We have other products too And it's all for free.I sell lies.And I charge 3 facades in exchangeOne for you to pretend you understand meOne for you to think you
Slow deliberate whispersTo my battered earsChanting and preaching.Of better days and nights.. Hushed promises To my torn self Of endless love and unfathomable passion . . Blows and low hits During the odd hours of midday Strengthening my unkept vows of fixation . . Hitched and booted steps To stride by peddle stones
The noises become numb, Surrounding visuals succumb. My gaze halts at you, When you wear blue. The emerald veins, more prominently stand How the blue sleeves compliment your hand. Magic in your eyes, And melancholy in your chest, How the color puts you in an aura of zest. I stare
It stood stiff and straight. Failing to safeguard its body and soul, Which were not of much weight. Seeking for silence Amongst a crowd of commotion. Trying to sear its skin, Desiring self-destruction. Is it the growing inhumanity in human beings? Or the high hopes of these green living things?