Heart Squirts - II

Hi lonely mothers, your phony daughters have me only distressed

Sometime, am east so sometime in west;

Sometime...coast-north so sometimes, slept on many naked breasts

Real sucker, this’s me being depressed & that's what I goddamn confessed

Hi galaxywives, yea you busted goddamn housewives,

Am in the house, Whatcha might be cooking in kitchen?  You know who’s next!

Bloody ample of your half naked sluty breast... oft. disturbs me over the sultry night,

No matter whether if am home or at office, you always got me transgressed, ‘ight?

Am no thug but a poet - a creep - one writer - real flyer

& will seize your everything with the wilder of lust-fryer

Either it’s your ‘bout faint “jewellery” or waved-shaved #$@(!),

Am real theft - one threat - to your flesh that's damn sat up to.. & will have you whole SAKed!

Goddamn, am damn confessed; rhetorically obsessed with such undressed words 

but nothing way better than living in hearths of hearts - (Lushhhh...)

.. and it's true,

I get the pen & damn grip it all goddamn down;

write some faded-unfaded words in letters, then, later... on, burn it up on surround;

am no infant, no clown but you certainly find me the one - erotic-one, here around

& it's how true... dramatically, 

Am artistically blessed damn obsessed with orchestra-rically molested words

Manifested heart am goddamn born with's kinda meant to get hurt, bloody pervert, I flirt,

(Man, the heart squirts... )

Am not forgiven but sadistically - the one that loves ... 

& this love's such a color - a shade - a hue under dew got on me my damn shirt

I dust it all off, but your stained lips - 

ah, the ocean of softness I damn sink in - imbued on me realistically with damn logistic-love-sin

Oh such an idiotically sinful world am damn living around ... 

.. oft. makes me wonder: 

Who's real sin: Me? The world? or My naive heart that oft. squirts, underground, in love-background!


Ps, First part of "Heart Squirts" is here in given link:
http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/11/the-heart-squirts.html