strife

i'm a figment of mind;
an enigma to your night;
the flicker of candle-light;
dark wisp, & the liar at midnight
i'm a cheat full of lies;
do get you sugar pies
you're one sugar misschief
i'm the venom to love-life
at love do i smile
lust what i ignite
i'm the drop of that tear
that never leaves your eyes dry
my lips kiss your thighs';
fingers shove your style
i'm the thunder in storm, tornado do i strife. 

timeless love

i'm not your boyfriend 'cause to a gentleman,

it's hard to understand,

how to love & be a friend

life's one, & we must live it twice

but being so lost in 'tween the analogies of love,

we're being forgotten by timeless time

& time makes me wonder,

how to love & be a friend at the same time. 

if i hold you from wrists;

take my hands down to your hips;

fingers strumming 'pon caramelized lips

& if i kinda... kiss you lika nature freak

then, my love, you may call me your lover

that you may discover

but i'm afraid to call myself your boyfriend

'cause to a gentleman,

it's hard to understand, how to love & be a friend

if i love you till night;

squeeze you, cuddle you then puzzle you

& fuger you with sugar-lies,

then you may call me your lover

but i don't do anything like that at all

'cause i'm afraid to say, my love,

to a gentleman, it's hard to understand, 

how to love & be a friend, overall.

sorbet of sin

she makes me vulgar. may be, i ain't no saint

to her, my heart's vulture, 

& its hunger's much acquaint 

my hands roam upon her body. i hold her tight, & wait to paint

she's good daughter of bad daddy. 

with her mommy once i'd feint.

whatever she wears on nights,

i tear 'em all lika scarp of ol' papers'

nothing can she hide

i roll her down 'on bed like a wrapper;

then... lock her lips, & block her tight

i paint her body, & discolor her life

she sigh aye scream & clutches sheets, bites

i mark her spirit & take her to heights

cause... 

she makes me vulgar. i know, i ain't no saint

to her, my heart's vulture, 

& its hunger's much acquaint 

my hands roam upon her body. i hold her tight, & wait to paint

she's good daughter of bad daddy. 

& with her mommy once i'd feint

we'd drink the sorbet of wine

& please each other till morning-light,

such a sinful sinister witch was she;

had me completely outta breath all night

& on nights...

whatever she worn on nights,

i torn 'em all lika scarp of ol' papers'

nothing could she hide

i'd roll her down 'on bed like a wrapper;

then... lock her lips, & block her tight

i'd paint her body, & discolor her life

she sighed aye scream & clutched sheets, bites

i'd mark her spirit & take her to longed-heights

i torn her clothes. & she'd scratch mine. 

sorbet of sin we shared... 

but in the name of "white" wine.