"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Lust is plastered onto each wall in my head like,The ugliest exhibit in a museum in which you have no say in it's removal.There for your viewing everytime you wander by the most curious isles of your delicate mind.All you can do is zoom through the echoes of failed intimacies,You feel doomed to repeat,Amongst your... Continue Reading →
Sex is already weird to begin with as a man who stands by his prudence.What's weird is a human's need to mix fluids,Rather than diving deep!Into each other's mind while becoming fluent,In love languages most of us don't speak,Anymore… Weirdly enough,Romance is dead,In exchange for lust,Many buy into for a moment in bed,At the cost... Continue Reading →
Seduction.The art of a Harlot,Whether or not heir weary palms are forced for production,Of a dollar withholding debt,Owed to women and men,Hoping to suffice in other ways besides an hour in bed just,To live a quiescent life where no smiles are had…Where love dies in the hands,Of a soul who's already dead inside… My prudence... Continue Reading →
Quite fishy,Isn't it?How within the entire pool of religion we're given to swim in,Most choose to paddle to a shore thry claim to be farthest from,Jesus.How we're taught to tolerate and respect all,Besides,That revolving around the son of God.Hoe the world seems to worsen the more we forget about his love,To feel justified in our... Continue Reading →
Aroused by the thought of a touch I haven't felt in so long."I hate you!""I don't want you!"I need you…""I love you…"Oh,How I miss it all.The back and forth coercing that heated moment to combust.Bodies rubbing up against each other until smoke was in the air.Letting our blunt burn out before that love we felt... Continue Reading →
I find myself asking often, "What am I doing with my life?" And, I don't really know why. I'm a writer, poet. I perform as many times as I possibly can throughout the week. I have a job allowing me the free time to be myself. What do I really have to complain about? Sure,... Continue Reading →
Sick and tired of,Being sick and tired.Although alcohol and weed are no longer parts of my life,I still struggle with food and lust.And,I abhore it so much more than you can ever imagine.Because,Any time I find myself free to write a poem,I get lost,Entrapped in the thought of what keeps me at my lowest.With only... Continue Reading →
Blood,And,Wet lips full of sugar?Are immiscible without an emulsifier found in,Tears trickling down your cheeks while laying down,Dead inside,Confounded.Puzzled by a con you've found in a pit of darkness.Love,Vampiric in nature is nothing,But,A spectral sending chills through your bleeding vessel with each touch,As subtle as it is.Once it's unbuckled from a kiss,You're left panting,Exasperated by... Continue Reading →
A prude is what I want,Sort of.A woman who is not absorbed in thoughts,Darkened by a need to climax and froth,Over orgasms that won't last as long,As we can hold each other in the midst of a storm… I want to be engorged by her love,And,Need to hear my voice whenever she'd slip into a... Continue Reading →
Seduced by the Matrix your body jails me inside of.Your smile,Those breasts,That ass,A trinity I've been devoured by,As I wonder why,I'm the One you chose.I'm,Frozen in place.Everytime I get a whiff of your luscious scent,I quake.Tremble as my nose gets closer to your center.And,A fast I don't need to eat what you provide when your... Continue Reading →
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