Prince of Wind

I am smiling as wide as the wind with my drift being driven by the ever blowing gusts like a subtle afternoon breeze touching gently caressing lightly over my cheeks side by side Listen as I pierce my words like a sword to your heart almost always full blown with double spearhead edges never minced nor swallowed and rarely filled with flowers Now its your turn to lay all your lies onto me as you spit on me with your sweet sugary lips and let your tongue lick clean my swaying hips I am letting my blushing cheeks to be flooded with your bleeding tears on the day of lost feeling and numbness aknocking This is me in tasting the delectable nuances of feeding on the pounding pulsating veins and jabbing through uncharted virgin terrains on a quest of mapping on contoured heightened senses in drawing from invisible forces evoking upon thousands of millions synaptic impulses This is me laying still tying to chill of me on the highest peak arriving on my destined royal state of highness still smiling wide riding high with the wind