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.

BLUE

I am blue, I am you, forget the baby and leave the woman to herself-

0715

I met a guy I liked, lets kiss I asked, I have being made church president he bragged. Too many religion down my path. I want to be a butterfly, I just want to perch and fly.

Be my Delilah.

Next Saturday was his wedding! Keep me in the dark, save me from unknown pains, we were never meant to be.
I am done with free fucks, reborn maybe or a different way of fucking freely: holding me.

Cheekbone

Am starving of worship! I want to be worshipped. I am crying because I love you but you love another, you don’t seem to bother about the too many attentions I throw at you, instead you prefer someone else’s cruel treatment and lies they feed you.