Angelinos- SIRCHS
Inspired by a beautiful young female “PYT,” Pretty Young Thing…
Her thoughts swam through me via
a river of social media.
I’m in New York, She’s in the
City of Angels.
Her tats say bad ass, like an
embroidered menagerie of meaningful design.
Her poetry says sophisticated, like
the female counterpart that I thought didn’t exist.
Her eyes tell me that she is
alone, even though she’s popular.
Her art in the nude makes me wish
I was better at still-life.
Her passion speaks to my wild
side, can she be my new muse in my SIRCH for meaning?
I smell cigarettes and lipstick,
cheap tap beer and the smell of used table rags.
I want to please you up,
I want to look into your eyes and
see the Divine.
I want to please you right now,
and I want to please you all the time without breaks.
I want you to worship my phallus
the way an adult film star would,
Like you can’t wait for the next
thrust,
The world melts away and we’re on
the moon.
Excite me, Lover.
Not by laying down and expecting me
to do all the work.
Real-life passion, like we can’t
eat too much dinner or we will ruin our evening of lovemaking,
I want it bad, and you’re sick of
hearing it.
You strut across the living room
in lingerie like a feline showing off your stripes,
Your playful soul takes me to
that place were peace belongs.
Security is a blanket that always
falls off at night,
Keep me covered baby,
Keep me covered.
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