illegal fun

kilograms of hours
my longing weighs
is seen on my thighs
hankering to feel you
laying ’em in a split
to look in… to moan
loving what you see

kilograms of hours
stars sang my blues
invoking your scent
your sensual sound
gasping in my bedding
crazy charming nest
agonized by dreams

kilograms of hours
in waiting and hoping
with you in the past
with me in a future
hung there in illegal fun
between edge and lust
at just a touch away

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art by Emma Silk


I feel as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons
while my lips metamorphosed them into divine effigies
and ruled your soul making it be a servant of my wishes
for I’ve let your mouth to nourish with my cute Darkside
as all monsters, those zombies that wear beauty’s mask
to suffer fully terrified by the boom-boom of your pulse

I feel as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons…
now, your royal creature comforts me from all directions
with your soul, – a fireplace having hotly and spicy sound
of the sandalwood and cèdre thru the rustling of books
while their foliage, lifeblood of a tasty lachrymose wine
are revived in coffee beans for nobody to get silly with it

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