Written by 3:00 pm musings, Poems

Cream.

Cream pour out of my body in cums, sleeping to a cat and a book.

She played with my vaginas with her toes, giggling.

I liked how she smiled- how she makes me hard.

She was to busy for me.

I make brownies while I eat pancakes

Spare me some time with the slate

I’m immortal to this body, a soul led astray

He eats me while I moan but I’m not here to stay.

 

Men will curse you because you are a woman

The evil they believe exist in your groins and mammals

This evil they seek still, doing the abnormal

Like rape or poison of attires.

 

I don’t weep anymore

Neither will I keep me in the brutalities

of the affairs of men

This body is caramel, this body is cream.

 

Leaves lie pretty behind rivers of stones

This life is hard for all, good for none

I sit by the walls of sorrow and watch pretty little ladies laugh

Why don’t girls like me?

 

Bodies to bodies

I cried as he made me cum

You are my demi-god he whispered

Complete me he lingered through my pubic hair

 

Creams of water, glimpses of smoke

Why do I think that you will betray me?

That you will let go of me and all that I stand for.

Bitter truths are sweet when it’s you.

 

Cream pour out of my body in cums, sleeping to a cat and a book.

She played with my vaginas with her toes, giggling.

I liked how she smiled- how she makes me hard.

She was too busy for me.

 

Tribalism is a thing, I walked where it worked

Laughs of mediocrity mix with air

People are proudest when they are above

Saddest when below.

 

Sad songs maybe, cravings crazy

I would bath in creams

And drag this grass

While I wait for you.

 

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