bored with an oldie, thought i'd share

His name was shy of just 3 little letters.
From the ceiling dangled open wires,
Intertwining my legs while I lay on a bed
Of razors.
Through the head on the other side, pop the weasel
Goes the needle. Speakers blow through the cracks,

He took his mirror and applied some dust.
I breathed in the senses, broke out of delight.
His eyes through a camera lens flashed
Flickered on my skin,
Candle burns a 3rd degree, the way his love would ignite,
A vision clearly so dearly he wasn't one to sacrifice.
So I told myself to tread carefully with love magnetically understated
Not required to give back.

His hands would almost fissure my body if I
Didn't hold on tighter.
A ghost of past, slick presents on my holy,
Jesus he was laudable.
Like no other from a page I'd written with half
Empty ink.
Carved precision, such fulfillment, anything to get a little piece
Of heaven? that is him.

So fine and outlined on my lips his tips
Went searching a map of lines,
He was good with his hands, no race against time.
His eyes were water, made me wet with just one smile.
No grammar to correct my mistakes,
If I said the wrong thing the alphabet he would erase.

Hid himself deep inside my essence, I tried to extricate between
This fabrication,
But forgery felt good on my body so I let him
Desecrate and outrage,
Provide me with suffrage so I can have
A character worthy of a challenge to dissipate

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

mmmmmmmmm? lol like you just ate a delicious cookie?

that's hot.

that's all you? do you perform?

yeah thats all moi, i write sometimes when the mood strikes. haven't really performed, except for creative writing classes in college.

that was awesome.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yeeeeeeesssssssss!!!!!