Flavor guzzles an atmosphere
of cinnamon-dusted coffee.
Don’t worry there is plenty here,
a mug for you and one for me.
Sip slow but I will drink quickly
lest it vanish without a taste.
Spicy sticks languish dutifully
as our buzz is expertly laced.
Branded eternally by blood,
beauty is no longer fleeting.
So burgundy soft with a thud,
from head to toe left secreting.
I’m a vampire rose, flesh eating;
I’ll always pick a lush dessert.
Your sugar spikes are depleting,
the sweetest nip could never hurt.
Head to toe you speak elegance,
conversation adorned with glitz.
Within your world of opulence,
that rigid handshake transfers bliss.
Now between a hiss and a kiss,
drawn to grisly I can’t explain.
My thoughts split hitting hypnosis,
smack dab into a speeding train.
From the tongues of silent poets,
you cannot be sure what they’ll say.
Come in swiftly and place your bets,
pebbles fill mouths composed of clay.
A message they’re called to display,
finds that reader who understands.
The rhyme quickly flying astray
paints sooty ink onto their hands.
Locked in a flow sweet and gentle,
bubbling and warm it’s so calming.
Finding peace was accidental,
this rose quartz rivulet rolling.
Your prose with it’s edge cajoling
allowed my sensual side to rise.
A mere glance at this blush growing
is sure to melt those stone cold eyes.
Upon the light of a new dawn
my adrenaline starts to rise.
I get after it with guns drawn,
the daily prize is that surprise.
I’m carrying lethal supplies,
my blood is on boil and rolling
A remedy like newborn skies,
this new day whispers cajoling.
They threw paint on the old guitar,
calling someone to pick her strings.
Sitting bleak where new talents are
in hopes of that smile a pluck brings.
One touch gives the lyrics their wings
adding the music that melts hearts.
Those tears and a rhythm that stings
through all of the most potent parts.
Scarred the fire remembers her face,
seeing the beauty she once was.
In a forgotten time and place,
she was followed by such applause.
A light scratch using painted claws
ripped up her gentle perfection.
Those lines create such superb flaws
that grace this prize of destruction.
We flirted simply with our eyes,
never really needing to touch.
Kissed each other like butterflies,
when wind whistles gentle and such.
It really doesn’t take that much,
now we’re trading milkshakes for sex.
Lips always come through in a clutch,
lust at its core is not complex.
How you moved through me like music,
nervous hands now strum a guitar.
This shy soul connected can pick,
I never could before. It’s bizarre.
These fingers will soon build a scar
that’s filled with the glow of limelight.
The dragonflies are what they are,
a breath of thin notes at midnight.
On the pirate ship lollipop
all of your sugar I’m licking.
So addicted I just can’t stop,
at baseline my lips are sticking.
A smile and bubblegum tricking,
cute with emotional damage.
The bulletin isn’t clicking,
set a fire enjoy the carnage.
I won’t ever bank on trendy,
I am here striving for timeless.
That crowd with a vision of me
when they see a little black dress.
Hair and nails display the finesse
that translates to each pretty word.
Simple clean lines but nonetheless
cursive’s curled drama is inferred.
Lie to me but only on stage,
believe me I need to trust you.
I will be riding a rampage
if I have a reason not to.
Entertaining the payment due
is not a show you would enjoy.
Prior to speaking catch a clue.
Leave it in the limelight, Playboy.
Deafening the score for spring break,
set off by the harp’s gentle voice.
That pas de deux of give and take,
a fever pitch played with such poise.
There are so many twisted toys
that masquerade as gentlemen.
Soft banter that clamors a choice:
do you want cheap or a bargain?
In a meadow of death a rose,
our remains shed skin quietly;
Thorns fall out as we decompose,
A bit of you and some of me;
Feeding the soil triumphantly,
reviving a bloom of romance;
Caught the kiss of a honeybee,
fertilizing spring’s winsome chance.
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