passive resistance

 

this (pur

ple

stenciled paisley)

 wallpaper is burning.

like the stick match between my fingers

 

she is warm and

heated,

angry at me for being,

the

hitherto

wrapped in swap goo

spitting shine and swinging under the branch

that the ultra-blind (conservatives) call

home.

her loose and bludgering blossom,

the sweat still

rolling off of the

beads of her body, laying

cooling under the ceiling fan as she disintegrates

my soul sweet

and tasty

pulling the covers so harsh,

she stacks (stands) the smoldering cigarettes,

one by one in a line next to each other

breathing heavy bulging bosom,

the beads of sex, killing my soul

hot

and I’m wondering why

the rabbit ears

won’t come in to night

to share,

under this

sweltering

heat.

her loins sing to me in sorrow

the dashing transponder of wealth.

she moans my sorrow, so full of discomfort,

rabid,

the flex of her hips so comforting,

and bourbon,

licks its way into

godliness. all sorted, and furrowed.

 

but this time,

she hates me.

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

Dang thats awesome:) Thanks for sending it:)
great title too. the movement is dynamic but concrete I still felt exactly what you were saying. OOO I like:) look at that 3 happy faces:) haha 4

[Ilene M.W. Lush]

the sweat still
rolling off of the
beads of her body, laying
cooling under the ceiling fan as she disintegrates
my soul sweet
and tasty

great. sweet soul disintegrated by beads of sweat

the beads of sex, killing my soul
hot

love melts, sex kills. 'might as well live' d.parker

my favorite of yours. sexy as always, but 'closer'. steamy story..