Two feet tread this rootless earth, moulding its curve with their print. They move, glide over the softness of mountains and the roughness of wet mud. They move- to their aim- to their destination. They create. They destroy. They are complete. They are powerful. They are ours. |
Aphrodisia;
Her shivering moan...
She purses her eyelids
In contorted vain...
Her fingerprints-
the withering sheets...
With reluctant, fumbling feet,
A heart of awkward guilt...
A distortion;
A convulsing heatwave...
I sipped upon your creative juices,
and drowned, another finger...
He surrendered to an open plea,
The poignant lustful aroma...
And there she hid-
An anomalous recluse...
A distortion;
A convulsing heatwave...
With reluctant, fumbling feet,
A heart of awkward guilt...
Pride is often treated in prejudice |
Some people have an image to keep, Some have a life to live |
When you get everything you need, Its time for you to achieve everything you want |