LA FEMME DRACULE
She sways her rounded hips around the ballroom, catching the attention of men in the mist. Their longing feeds her lust and the dividing frenzy becomes ecstatic as her eyes part from his, her smile widens and she kisses his neck.
She sways her rounded hips around the ballroom, catching the attention of men in the mist. Their longing feeds her lust and the dividing frenzy becomes ecstatic as her eyes part from his, her smile widens and she kisses his neck.
Where is the line
you cannot cross?
To arrive at work
not recalling
how you got there,
or getting back home
not quite sure
which way you took?
Drunk from drink or
from overworking,
both can kill
but only one
will give you jail.
I cross the line – every day.
Singleminded
Focused
Alone
As One
In The Present
Where The Single Point of Failure
Is I
I roll up a note,
a long one,
and smell you
deeply,
then roll up a few more
and fuck you
senseless,
Wasn’t that always your dream
Huh?
A bottle of your finest wine, please
To keep me afloat
To keep me awake
To keep the dread of life at bay
I hate the *******
music channels on
TV in the UK. Can’t
say **** or **** or
whisper ***** to the
black bro.
Silence and pixelation is
ruining an otherwise
great ******* day.
I have forgotten
what it feels like
to hug n kiss n tell,
to wake up next to
someone else
smelling of roses,
fruit or
tin
Was that by choice or
merely as a consequence of
the stupidity of day or
the brains overruling
what my heart now
yearns
Too distant
the joys
of life
Wrapped
in shadows
ever growing
Becoming less and less
with every passing
day
Now awaiting sunrise
and a smiling
face.
If you were to ask me
what top to wear
on that special day
I would say
The Grey
always
The Grey
on any day
wear
The Grey