Frank Gush
I wanna be loved
I wanna be loved
Aw, Here’s a virtual fish wife hug.
Oi, sweetheart – didn’t you hear me? I said I wanna be loved.
Catcall.Ice-bucket – overspills neo – classicism sentiment.
Laced up bosom heart flecked with pieces of steel.
I wanna be loved.
I wanna be loved.
Oi, did you hear me, babe? I have a heart filled with soapy suds.
Empath – duty-bound to sympathize with alpha bloodhound seeking to incarcerate her with a gun filled with duds.
I wanna be loved.
I wanna be loved.
I’m a sweetheart – you’re a sweetheart – let’s roll one, then turn up the funk.
Assholes everywhere!
Toy story – meme becomes a true story told in oral.
prelude to come.
Free verse
You wanna be loved?
You wanna be loved?
You say all this yet your eyes create walls caging doves from their song.
If you wanna be loved – stop asking random others who stray close to the sun.
Couch potato manners – will find love in a familiar hand -left or right. Don’t forget to inhale that idle bong.
Sex or weed?
Weed and sex.
She wasn’t complaining. She screamed so loud for me to stop.
time out, tiger!
Interpret this as you may.
Did he ask if he accidently overfilled her ear orifice with over bloated seaside swimmers?
or accidently bottled her into a state of frozen lager?
You wanna be loved.
Then taketh not all for thyself, young decrepit blood.
Giveth – free flow, no sweeping statement dogs escaped Noah’s ark or God’s flood.
Move beyond your fantasy.
phantasmagoria is not free in She-ra’s sword sex symbolic cooperation.
Try to retain warmth in a sizable fee.
Hot Hooter eyed water bottle – cost effective.
Not enough to help him resurrect an Absolute spirited goddess.
Rewind and recycle,
dog-eared Tai menu gender – Bangkok pussy.
Remote scratch and sniff, no taste only his eyes can see.
I wanna be loved.
Can she be Frank?
Her passion doesn’t lie in fulfilling his lonely nights.
Energy dwindles,
Netflix catch- up and book endeavors find her closer to her G spot than Boy George midgets dressed up in red tights.
Mrs did you hear me I wanna be loved? You’ve got the love I need.
clearly seen fro her 1 D profile, one thumb- all upstream.
Mr of questionable status, do you listen? Hear what is going to go down.
Spit, gargle, brush – repeat.
Learn some manners, leave this bee, nectar bonus points ran out when you demanded she slathers you in full moon clots of cream.
*Inspired by humans and observations* π
Posted on Dec 22, 2016, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Creative Writing, poems, POETRY, Relationships, Stream of consciousness, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.
Love this Daisy. Especially this part: If you wanna be loved β stop asking random others who stray close to the sun. That is the truth.
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ThanksT – only just seen this x
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baby ya body
belongs to your irl hubby
and you have a girl
give her a whirl
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LOVE THIS J. π
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Daisy, I love your weird and wacky world of words! π
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Haha! I’m glad someone does ;D
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This brought me through a phantasmagoria of imagery and emotions. I laughed, felt uncomfortable, this is freakin’ weird and great.
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Ha ha! Thank you! People are so inspirational π
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