My balls smell like a crisp morning in the alpine suck them and you'll feel fine perhaps enjoying it more after we have a bottle of wine and dine
They're smooth as eggs and they shine just made that way by god's design
Once they're whipped out it's impossible to decline you'll be drooling at the mouth saying "they're mine" as you feel an excited tingling sensation down your spine
Sunshine summer raining down
On naked breath, hope
Racing to meet the echoes
Promises awakened on the caress
Of light, stirring, silencing
Every dark thought – as my fingers work
Struggling to grasp every plump
Blackberry without grazing the thorns
From the briars where such blessed
Goodness survives the showers
Who pound away at the earth, erasing
Every doubt that this luscious
Flavor, blackberry heaven, could ever
Be surpassed by any other suggestion
Extract of sweetness, delectableness
The taste of blackberry ecstasy
Awaiting my drooling tongue, it’s destiny!
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July 28, 2022
What makes us giggle uncontrollably
What triggers this reaction emotionally
If there's a cure
Don't want it for sure
Really love all the drooling quite copiously
SCORES OF SORES AND SORRY POURS
ALL FILLED, BOTH UP AND OUT
TO BALANCE SCALES OF EMPTY PAGES
TIPPED FROM BOTTLED BOTTOMS END
POURED FROM MOUTH TO SPOUT.
TIMELESS AGES TALLIES MADE
HALF EMPTY BY OUR FOOL
PAGES STAID AND TURNING LAID
WHILE DRAUGHT OF DROP-LESS DRINK
IS SAVORED COOL.
DESTINY OF MAN TO MEASURE
INCH TO FOOT AND DROP TO VAT
VACANT SPACE NOW DRAINED OF AIR
AND LIFE SO FULL WE OVERFILL
WITH ALL OUR MONEY, GUNS, AND STRIFE,
AND ALL OUR TIT FOR TAT.
wispy afternoon
here our special children drools
on the elderly
~
sucking hard candies
each of them young and old all
salivating yum
~
from out of the purse
of strange little old lady
sweet hard rock candy
1/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
when at first I met you
I thought Utopia was here
but then you unveiled your rule
by which my love was speared
such emotions seeped in pain,
damp dexterity, sacred sway
you said you'll be always there
pruning my patience, soothing stance
like bounty breeze's to pulpy pear
but then did you lend me a trance
callous consciousness enveloped:
drooling demon in angel's robe
Heaven is for Angel, Hell for devil
but you brought hell to me: made civil.
'20:06:07:18:30
Note: of bruised betrayal.
wielded wits wept
bruising bounty belch
felon feelings fetched
taunted callous cleft
hoisted hurts bled
moaning mist melts
meagre metamorphoses squashed
pluming punctured prank
tolling toiled trance
masticated memory lurched
basked coup's birth
vying voluptuous verge
braced ocean breaks
drown drooling mistake?
'20:04:23:17:47
Note: of pestered picture.
muttering mist moaned
consoling callous clone
bruised odds birthed:
lanky lust cremated
eerie contractions crumbled
gaunt contraptions grumbled
wanky wind wept
ferocious fills fetched
licking fir's flesh
nocturnal nature nimble
felon fostering fumbled
hoisted end hurdled
bewitched vision feeds
drooling dark dream.
'20:04:16:15:02
Note: Of perforated picture. Inspired by a picture I saved from a Facebook writing group.
At my advanced age I've started to drool
Even drooling so much, it could fill a pool
Drooling down my chin
Wasting good gin
So I now resort to sipping it in the vestibule
gaunt ghost jolting
lusty lurch fermenting
felon higgledy-piggledy fostering
busted hurly-burly blistering
hoisted emotions hankering
strife strove, surging
damped death drooling
after ghost galloping
scared fate sobbing
at mystic margin:
pulpy pace shrinking
death met banshee
callous war's conceived
death feigning defeat.
19:12:12:08:56
spartian spirit spurring
sumptuous soles straying
salient strength scrunching
saucy strife stalking
spooky south squashing
sane stats straining
desirous dare dancing
damped desires dangling
drastic dances drooling
smothered sight smoothening
stunning spurs straightening
salty soaring sparring
oodles oomph oozing
dare awed spirit.
19:12:08:09:22
~Note~ A dare saw a spirit floating in the air, ascending... It goes there at intervals... Wishing its parents could do it.
No matter how ancient us old geezers get
One thing never changes, we lust for duets
Climbing the mountain
Till that final explosion
Inflamed with desired we drool on the bed spread
You melt my heart and other parts of my body
In fact, some of my parts are anything but floppy
You could call me tense
Rigid parts quite immense
Gasping, drooling and excessively sloppy
Just saw an image of a sweet young lass
Starting to tremble my parts they do flap
Uncontrollable drooling
Great passion it's fueling
Must be careful, must turn down the tap
No matter how ancient us old geezers get
One thing never changes, we still lust for duets
Climbing the mountain
Till that final explosion
Inflamed with desired we drool on the bed spread
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