colorblind and smelling flowers
stuck in the past again
missing mom
wishing i had not spent all my money on my last trip
thoughts of the fun within
thinking of my most emotionally draining heartbreak
onanism wants to hold me at gunpoint again
shotgun blast urination
ignoring the blood within
3AM comes and me wan go back to dreamland
not thinking about leaky roofs, max romeo
thinking about the next video that moves me north
all the while i look at her sleep
i thank God for her as a result
i fall asleep knowing better now
Onanism
The vehemence of sexual arousal
Quest no gender
A critter owns the vehemence
On the nib of sexual delirium
Is solely,
Her and He own sexual pleasure
Their elate melded with blood en route veins
Onanism brings a euphoric sense of freedom
it is so cold in the morning
everything feels like cacti with acidic points
i wonder if i felt like being a volunteer for a new type of acupuncture
whatever the heck, it is something i did not expect
i find myself feeling like a clown with no warm heartbeat
i begin to think of myself as a steering wheel made of solid metal brick
i drive you away so hard without regard
my whole body is sticky buns gone wrong in the evening
the taste of the vibe is sour not sweet
i make myself delete and admit defeat
the agony is mercilessly antagonizing
the pros are all poisonous, feeble attempts like coins
i dream of dying with my nose buried between the warmth of your cleavage
then again, i have lifetime purgatory with the moniker labelled onanism
.... and i ask myself, 'what do i have to lose'....
tell me when your heart whispers love
i want to drown aimlessly in it
i, the brokenhearted, found the antidote for blue in you
i lessen the selflessness within, and i thank you in New Colors
tell me when your heart whispers love
i want to go down shamelessly in it
i, the object of onanism, found the nucleus for the climax in you
i lessen the worthlessness within, and i thank you in New Hollers
tell me when your heart whispers love
i want to expound brainlessly in it
i, the unbeknownst guru of rephrase, found the Eye of A True Blessing in you
i lessen the loneliness throughout, and you improve me to accrual....similar to New Dollars....
A delusory pleasure bristled the solitary abator
And the dusky night rides down the sky
An ethereal beauty demoed with her au naturel demeanor
The solitary abator bumps with illusions, thus far realisms high.
Elated with red-hot mysticisms the abator closed his eyes
And mildly felt the zephyr over the mum wispy time
She reposed in her bareness beside his devout envies
The abator fluffed up ca-cacing his limbs to ease with spirit and bine.
An awaited soul perked up with flavour of lust and zeal
And the midnight silence prolonged to be livening with insidiousness
She abreast herself over his frvid spirit of unreal
The abator matte-up bosoming her with barmy tenderness.
The ravenous abator intimated himself in the same state of bareness
And the dark moonless night beamed with perfect ecstacy and elan
She ooohed legalizing the demon-ridden enduringness
The abator held himself with an abrupt spasmodic movement of his organ.
The wonky estrus abator coaxed himself with the pleasure of onanism
And the gentle breeze was felt to soothe the pragmatism
Slowly her au naturel beauty faded, idling the eroticism
Bequeathing the abator's midnight oneirism.
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