Tulip

You greet me in the morning
in shyness hiding as a bud
waiting to bloom
with the first sun ray

I mesmerise your vulnerable beauty
with little patience
caress you with eager breaths
witnessing the full blossom

The Ridge

grinding my lips onto yours
with ocean scented mist
your shallow breaths are laden
urging the waves to come
tide hunger for the shore

Poetic din din

my love sick poet

on a bed of kale and potatoes

tossed about by exotic spices

home home homie home home

ruff ruff growl roof roof

ah howl…

howl…

Run! Run!

( Image from gottfriendberlin.com )

Running…running…

look at the dancing flames though my eyes and

Stop!

Instead, lay bare and open before my eyes

waiting for my gaze

I fix my eyes to your vulnerability in

absolute stillness

I caress every bit of you with my glance

your body temperature is elevating under my viewing

and your being is raising to salute

Run! Run!

Run before I devour you with passion…

I am yours

I have written this lyrics and kept searching for someone to inject music to make it a trap or indie pop song. It is like two pieces of puzzles and I am only holding one of the them.

 

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When the night falls…she wakes electrifying
Waiting for her master’s calling
No name no pain this game, or is it a game? Is it a game?
When all chains, shackles, silk, feathers and leather…. Pleasure intense that’s what she is after…woo oo oo oo
When the sun comes out…
she’s walking zig zag…zig zag……
cos she had a wild night with her prince…she’s walking zig zag..zig zag….
……oh oh oh as mad as it sounds….
he owns her….he owns her…in total surrender.