Lyrical ForePlay

Took her head real deep

into my thoughts, asphyxiation, sleep

tears of the brain, afixiation, eyes meet

although the cry is real, the translations don't weep 

telepathy to some, the reaper of wills,

 your reflex on the gag, my conceptions are real,

 read the jokes on this pad, the crest of thieves that i steal

brain for brain, from me, something to lick,

 for her something to pick if you drill

like her tongue my lines twist deep in the darkness with skill

hands behind her back, arched, shes grabbing her heels

whip the mistress, smart remarks, shes loving the feel

when its all over,

the end of devils deal

 the taste like the marks of this pen, 

the marks on the skin 

a reminder of the plate that was too full,

 and covered in sin, 

 

 

Author's Note

2nd base

Reviews

[Emily]

Very nice poem!
Well done!!

[dan]

I keep repeating myself but can't help it. Your writing talent is immense. You should be published, you should try to make that happen. How? I don't know, I've tried many times, but maybe I'm just not good enough. I believe that you are. I'm saving this one to my library favorites! take care...dan

[annalysiar]

This is good I like it. Your usage of words gives great visuals

[silent poet]

oh so we were both on second base, i should change mine to my first base :) crest of thieves, ;)


eyes meet
although the cry is real, the translations don't weep (love this)