IvIdividual
01-29-07, 03:34 PM
:: takes a silky breath ::
I write it better than I can say it
...dim the lights.
Barely see what I'm writing.
Looks like lightning when the Bic's striking.
Moonlighting a bridge linked to nothing.
Frontin' if you aint frightened kite-ing in a thunderstorm.
I tried to tell her!
She didnt listen.
Now her plasma glistens.
MmmMm...Icing over soil.
His actions casted patterns on the walls.
...I'm finished receiting!
Dabs her mouth with a white cloth napkin
:: Camera cuts to a birds eye view ::
Iller?...Chagall's symbolism transfered to perspectives gathered
by gazing out this simple window
...as he comes to, realizing he has a guest for dinner
a driven pendulum swinging swindled meat
half an inch from her singing stitched lips.
B!tch play this hermonica! Indulge my desert.
She resembled an orniment to him
A loquacious, bright and brittled accent
it hurt her as much as his scar from gripping a star hard.
My M.O.: You think you can escape why the f!ck dont you do it
My exo's opposite opaque mixed with transparent fluid
His tie is straight and narrow,
Pain felt from her awkward angled elbows
The dustings of rust lining her slip sheared from ankle to hip
all up in her mangled ear...
Playin on perversion by sparking whispers over this sparkling elixer
Ladies been gossipin' about the wind?
Tellem Mother Nature's been docterin Menapause again.
Sounds more like choking than him laughing at his own jokes.
Plucked her brains...Poked her veins
Until she felt everything he was playing.
Lets just say...
His arm's so far up her ass,
he could control her jaws with his grasp.
Pecan maple syrup for your grits?
How was she supposed to answer?
This serving would be her last.
IvI
I write it better than I can say it
...dim the lights.
Barely see what I'm writing.
Looks like lightning when the Bic's striking.
Moonlighting a bridge linked to nothing.
Frontin' if you aint frightened kite-ing in a thunderstorm.
I tried to tell her!
She didnt listen.
Now her plasma glistens.
MmmMm...Icing over soil.
His actions casted patterns on the walls.
...I'm finished receiting!
Dabs her mouth with a white cloth napkin
:: Camera cuts to a birds eye view ::
Iller?...Chagall's symbolism transfered to perspectives gathered
by gazing out this simple window
...as he comes to, realizing he has a guest for dinner
a driven pendulum swinging swindled meat
half an inch from her singing stitched lips.
B!tch play this hermonica! Indulge my desert.
She resembled an orniment to him
A loquacious, bright and brittled accent
it hurt her as much as his scar from gripping a star hard.
My M.O.: You think you can escape why the f!ck dont you do it
My exo's opposite opaque mixed with transparent fluid
His tie is straight and narrow,
Pain felt from her awkward angled elbows
The dustings of rust lining her slip sheared from ankle to hip
all up in her mangled ear...
Playin on perversion by sparking whispers over this sparkling elixer
Ladies been gossipin' about the wind?
Tellem Mother Nature's been docterin Menapause again.
Sounds more like choking than him laughing at his own jokes.
Plucked her brains...Poked her veins
Until she felt everything he was playing.
Lets just say...
His arm's so far up her ass,
he could control her jaws with his grasp.
Pecan maple syrup for your grits?
How was she supposed to answer?
This serving would be her last.
IvI