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On the rocks

Such a sexy little number

I almost cry   out  clocking a  matching lingerie set

Ready for my in

case suite case

I stash away ready  for the moment I hit Downunder.

Laugh at your tears

Say a Huge fuck you to your fears.

This is the week when  bash didn’t do it for me

Sniff

Banging

Pocket pat down

hear a jingle

Family matters is more substantial for me.

Write to recover or die trying to live the life of another.

Freedom will come from sucking the teet from how you was mothered.

Be real

authenticate

deliberate who you gonna get rid of

You know them Twockers,

those who instigate?

I dilly dally

Think,

Cut through the same ally?

Second thoughts

Nah, maybe… another time.

No masterpiece is this stream of consciousness

Too oily for an academic poets diet

Borderline poetry

Keep it on the rocks

Top of the evening to those who think creativity is a bit of alright.

Cloud with clout

And in my darkest hours, when the air extingushes all light. Hopelessness hangs heavy, spongy and dense.

Above me it hovers, a cloud with a fierce clout. I scramble searching to strike my last match.

Unable to see what is right in front on me.I hear the mirthful tinkle of a giggling child. A purr from a serene feline.

And my senses are distracted yet aroused.

I remember to always look up.

The rain still pelts down furiously. The wind whips me with absolute vehemence.

I see the silver lining…. And my soul is renewed with inner joy once again.

* musings from a picture prompt *

Cape Vulnerable

Danger lurks in wild-eyed faces.

Thoughts restrained to assuage feelings inverted debases.

Danger thrusts a third eye world view,

of hatred and vomit a careless overlook of blind men seeking to anew.

Danger conquests damsel in distress.

Jeans make it pleasurable for when she denies its requests.

Danger,

danger,

danger, –  it haunts her.

She sees what she wants to see; how it taunts her.

Hush little darling, remember naive, white rose petals,

Dreams hijacked by villains in full uniform metals.

Skettled and nettled – itching to find a place to seek comfort.

A goose down feather pillow makes a dream fit for the unfit.

Danger.

Danger.

Danger, it hawks in on her.

Hush, little darling – feed thine hunger, mother goose is baking in the oven.

Commit to a mind of normal functions. Emotional battery, maternal coven.

Reach not for this soul. It is claimed and is bold.

Wretched and lectured- ears buzzing with sensory ejaculation.

Sleeping partners do just what the contract state. Don’t let this assume an identity of edification.

Soothe, muse, love every bone,

ever tenderized bruise.

Damsel will never see you fall from your pedestal – you can never lose.

Choose, use -in moderation – her body will allow you to take so know thine limits

Infants on feet -rapping at the  doors -ready to impose a new order in the house of the fidgets.

 

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