" kinda prose, perhaps, literally not so prosaic. "
too many kinds of ladies do i meet throughout the day. some're very nice, some're kind so some -- very sugar & spiced, however, indeed it's true, some're so full of beautiful true lies as well. i taste all varieties of women, breed 'em all overnight, love 'em till the beginning of anew dawn, & chew their raged elements until the night's shamed upon us esp. on my vulgarity that i offer to their marijuana nights. i make 'em feel so shattered but in moistened wetness of love. i kinda love the breath of their mouth, redolence of their flesh; enjoy the tropicana flavorism of their blue-berries (drugs), & always suck to their buds unless they're so hinched off to their ribs. to me, it's more like a pleasure of having/inhaling their weed deep inside so hard...
the more you take, the more you stake.
and once you're mumbled,
no... you can't control your feet not to get stumbled
not ev'n for god sake.
i like loosing my feet along with their tippie-tippie-toes when their body's so craved to get relaxed, but relaxed in what? -- in senselessness. it's seemed more like an idolization of mine, or the generosity of my vivacious heart, makin' 'em feel so senseless in lush lush... cos, may be, deep inside, i understand, ladies're so senseless, perhaps, what makes 'em so unconscious for love is itself the true tribery of bargained love that us men offer to backstreet ladies of nights'... with crush cos...
they can't control their hunger
so here i betcha remove their appetite
sometimes, i love 'em but sometimes, i lushh..
& it makes 'em wonder,
whether i'm being wrong or being right.
their love's always sold out to us,
but they're so procured to their hearts'
us men can pay 'em as much as they want
but how do we save 'em not to get hurt
our vulgarity has 'em so drilled...
drilled with the pleasure they flaunt
but their love's so sold out to us
& our need's overwhelmed by enmity-cum-influx-want (s).
and to my surprises, it's always seemed more like a "Vogue Modernismo" tasting such tribal sex appeal beauties, reading their curves through naked gestures & makin' 'em feel so vulnerable at my back, but of course, under my unleashed body... just to make 'em always feel so sensationally sentimental, but certainly way senseless in this selfish-cum-endlessenly provoken breath-snatching love.
ps. perhaps, it's not just ladies, but us men too gone senseless in love esp. when it came to the selflessness of hearts'. xoxo
too many kinds of ladies do i meet throughout the day. some're very nice, some're kind so some -- very sugar & spiced, however, indeed it's true, some're so full of beautiful true lies as well. i taste all varieties of women, breed 'em all overnight, love 'em till the beginning of anew dawn, & chew their raged elements until the night's shamed upon us esp. on my vulgarity that i offer to their marijuana nights. i make 'em feel so shattered but in moistened wetness of love. i kinda love the breath of their mouth, redolence of their flesh; enjoy the tropicana flavorism of their blue-berries (drugs), & always suck to their buds unless they're so hinched off to their ribs. to me, it's more like a pleasure of having/inhaling their weed deep inside so hard...
the more you take, the more you stake.
and once you're mumbled,
no... you can't control your feet not to get stumbled
not ev'n for god sake.
i like loosing my feet along with their tippie-tippie-toes when their body's so craved to get relaxed, but relaxed in what? -- in senselessness. it's seemed more like an idolization of mine, or the generosity of my vivacious heart, makin' 'em feel so senseless in lush lush... cos, may be, deep inside, i understand, ladies're so senseless, perhaps, what makes 'em so unconscious for love is itself the true tribery of bargained love that us men offer to backstreet ladies of nights'... with crush cos...
they can't control their hunger
so here i betcha remove their appetite
sometimes, i love 'em but sometimes, i lushh..
& it makes 'em wonder,
whether i'm being wrong or being right.
their love's always sold out to us,
but they're so procured to their hearts'
us men can pay 'em as much as they want
but how do we save 'em not to get hurt
our vulgarity has 'em so drilled...
drilled with the pleasure they flaunt
but their love's so sold out to us
& our need's overwhelmed by enmity-cum-influx-want (s).
and to my surprises, it's always seemed more like a "Vogue Modernismo" tasting such tribal sex appeal beauties, reading their curves through naked gestures & makin' 'em feel so vulnerable at my back, but of course, under my unleashed body... just to make 'em always feel so sensationally sentimental, but certainly way senseless in this selfish-cum-endlessenly provoken breath-snatching love.
ps. perhaps, it's not just ladies, but us men too gone senseless in love esp. when it came to the selflessness of hearts'. xoxo
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