Deranged World (iii)

Dec/16/2016!

edited on dec/17/2016!

i know the chapter. 

but never learn it twice.

a book's more like lady 

that i oft. read every midnight.. 

then do i understand the price of her nights'

but sometimes, 

i'm being loosen-control 

which further had me lost...

in some analogies of paradoxical time.

perhaps, i take her to long ride

& funny it's gonna be that...

she damn loves being detoured to some meanderings of my life. 

later, i read her body. 

she just listens to fuzzed words. 

then we both play the trailer

& chase vulcan destiny -- the fate of naked birds. 

but is it really right to fly across that high 

in a hope to reach cloud-nine?

i never fathom the heights of vogue clouds

but certainly ...

enjoy the pleasure of being soared throu' her 80 grand enshrouds.

then tear her B-bra, & damn blouse.

& do some lil' fun with that lady in my house.

she's in my nights. my face lost in her hair.

i love every position esp. when she's being chaired.

her nights be more like a way to reach heaven.

the ride of hell do i bring to her

i tell her to meet me at 12:00, 

but she knocks me down at 7:00

and then bloody 7:00 to homie 11:00,

we both go up & down, down & up like levin

her love ain't no less than the hookah of marijuana

that i used to take across the streets of Clarence

but time's now changed. 

things shall nev'r be blamed. 

life's quite simple to be living... then why feeling so ashamed?

it's a story of every new guy 

written upon naked body of saked ladies.

ladies be more like a hula-hoop of mistakes

that us men damage in the back seat of mercedes.