(no subject)
you are the professional flower of decadence.
I smell you like the pale autumn sun.
Its scent in the leaves of your hair.
I breathe your terribly tragedy.
read your stories
study your lines.
dive through diversity.
of love and sweet...
nothing else really comes to mind.
you are but a flake of emotion.
despair, that, and I fall into you.
you are the professional storm of wit.
I'd break away to find your heart.
only to realise it wasn't there.
I am your epicenter of expectation.
I indulge knowing glady that you break.
gently. caresses with tears.
perhaps a touch could cure.
ever if only.
***
the general affair.
strict and plainly sexual. between modest mimes and effortless grins.
I work to see you play. that touch of something raw. so affectionate.
enthralling like a bullet.
piercing. imagery perverse makes for the crash.
awake in the queer surrounding.
loud noises wholly unwelcome.
all I remember are your arms.
they that held me, and everything that was us.
piquant.
I smell you like the pale autumn sun.
Its scent in the leaves of your hair.
I breathe your terribly tragedy.
read your stories
study your lines.
dive through diversity.
of love and sweet...
nothing else really comes to mind.
you are but a flake of emotion.
despair, that, and I fall into you.
you are the professional storm of wit.
I'd break away to find your heart.
only to realise it wasn't there.
I am your epicenter of expectation.
I indulge knowing glady that you break.
gently. caresses with tears.
perhaps a touch could cure.
ever if only.
***
the general affair.
strict and plainly sexual. between modest mimes and effortless grins.
I work to see you play. that touch of something raw. so affectionate.
enthralling like a bullet.
piercing. imagery perverse makes for the crash.
awake in the queer surrounding.
loud noises wholly unwelcome.
all I remember are your arms.
they that held me, and everything that was us.
piquant.