written on..
Dec/17/2016!
i know am being wrong. can't ya make me right?
i used to take kif sinsemilla in guise of your high-sighs.
do i call me writer? or an erotic flirt?
i write naked scripts...
upon naked bodies that i hurt.
into the nights' of love, the love; & us two hums.
can't ev'n write new lyrics as i'm used to your unclad curves.
your gestures talk to my body, undressed body replies on foot front.
sorry if you're being misguided, but you gotta bear yo burst out brunt.
now i am supposed to hear --
may be, your tres called grunts?
yo brunettes turn me horny, mostly i'm onto pure b-blondes.
under the tryst of moon,
just tell me what this night says --
ain't it say, we're alone...
just as same as gone days?
i know do smoke your whispers.
you gulp down my triple-x-words.
we share some warmth in loves..
as carefree two night birds.
i be real E-eagle. you -- my illegal dove, alive.
i'm know am being on hunt under 'tis same silver moon-night.
upon the texture of moon,
you feel the presence of mine
what else i have to say...
you know, we 'bout to collide;
will die in love...
but for what?
in love?? -- what a crap!
loves curse ---
(pause)
..................
the curse we want, & praise the worse
the dirt we need; go ditched in mud. romance we want, but erotica, enflood.
i kiss your lips. you taste my tongue.
i suck to your bud, you -- the lady ever young.
younger this winter has something to say
i befriend of dark nights, & ladies my prey.
tonight be the night. hey pert, you gonna pay...
the bills, & the rent, & the mortgages...
that your husband never paid.
he put you on line. stupid he lost you on bet.
now go get some white-wine. red flavors, we spray.
there's nothing wrong in love, love's no right.
i know am being wrong. you feed me alright.
i used to take marijuana in guise of your high-sighs.
& tonight is the night. come. & get slain by cheap spy.
ps.
quite a prequel to one of my earlier writes called... "Still Undone":
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