poem 2

Swearing like a sinner you praise a corrupted god

while we dance around a subject sparsely spared

I grab the tips of your lips and gently squeeze

my own red delicious like apples devour you slowly

I wish to suck and swallow on your dainty tongue

until there is no more but one source, one set of..us

like spending forever with you in my bed

holding onto anything said, whenever sporatic

always tanticly eccentricly .. eclectic

large words do a good job of describing perfect beauty

like the skin around your hips wrapped tightly , binded

meant to clash and clang against a dirty boy

with dirty thoughts and jaded intentions

I miss your hand wrapped around my neck

as we close the gap where lonely lovers torment

or in the shower cleaning

like evasive maneuvers and oil and dirt washing away

like when i made you happy and that time you smiled

only a few days, feels like quite a while

I miss your head on my chest feeling a steady heart pump

and within each vein lies a dreamily visage of you..

I cannot escape for you are etched within

I wish to see you every day every hour and ...

every other minute.

we need a break sometimes

but I am rather stingy with time when I can't see

the love that's meant to be.

And as an unhinging rock I take your fustrations

hopefully soaking them all

because I refuse to let you fall

even though I relent to silent guessings

I still won't ever waver

because forever your kiss I will savor

so come on down, the waters fine

the etchings are spent, and your'e still mine