Archive for November, 2011

I am ripe, sometimes raw
Wanting to say it loudly and badly, foul mouth
but wouldn’t want to offend, or let it catch in the wind
Lest my manners be compromised.

I am narly, stalking hot bed, hormonal disposition unto the world
Wouldn’t dare express it, a Chinese whispered kiss, never ending, ever-changing
Lust! How dare!

I am childish, spiteful. Give me what I want, when I want it, don’t judge.

I am boring. Really, simply, plainly, nothing of interest. Nothing to pique.

Only Words

I am deliberate
Want to probe, penetrate
That I find of interest
My only method
The invitation to play
Sticky, senseless
Breathless –
and to what benefit
But the banter,
a curious dialogue
and the idea
of rapture.