The Dance called self projection
With a steady green flow waxing in our bells
We find harmony
Your waist rotates, sensually by the step
My neck never roams horizontally but gradually across to your inducing horizon Twirl, swirl, curl
Unwrap the embrace
Hands should touch
Faster
We have a sanging melody
We portray it in our carefree rhythm
Hands should touch; but we move around
Stay around or dance in place
Sunny lit faces peel; One hand wet, another hand greasy
Twirl swirl curl
The trees dance with us, we are their wind
The trees dance we are their sirens, it echoes in the wind
Unwrap the embrace, as we fall between together
Old glam glibs on; we move on
If we will stop we will turn to wood. Nowhere to escape too
The music is the line in our swaggered limbs
Faster we twirl, we swirl, we curl
We are dancing with gnarled smiles, tossed hair brushes my hand, and stare in the momentary
dance
Hands in open air: yet not touching
The Teary Shoe
When I Z to death Jordan, Always believing to trust
I jammed my hot rod with mature hallucination
Asphyxiating in the jiwi my piwi came to dream of our roll
She is just hot encinder and please accelerate my cheetah heart with mortal weakness Sugar cannot define a better high
We could hold a kiss in the smokey street
Zip up my jacket on you and I will phrase my touch
Dance by the pool, I cannot afford the leather but I got a collar tied to jniss
The meds nurse me to you I grin at your sparkling eyes
I fox your poke a hot dot black navel with a less than circle feel
Riding a toned loned awi
Beezy we can be by grace and rhythm
I raced last to ace a step closer only for a kiss
You might be sore at me like a rough spiky thorn but
I cannot stand alone so speak of the devil unveil my eyes with your highness Your fabulous hair joints my eyes
Aching for your chin and sweet neck in the dark
A black jacket a heroine brain
The only injection I need is the truth of
Everything for you and a sweet thing for me
Sticky icky were near the Fertile wertile
A Other Dream
I am not atleast perfect
I crave your touch the pick and a pinch
Perhaps something went right dreams lie open
I want to know your name
So I call you Anjelica, I cherish a dragged sight
Have I only said: you are a good kisser
Shorten woo’s heart; pump your eyelids repeatedly
I decipher your language
You would be my experience
I do not hold my breath
Caringly tell me
We could pant lust’s reached tongue
Grip my finger and I will braze your thigh
You sour head; my smoked mind
Ahead of this section, I sedict
Can I lech, wax my tongue
My nose could tuck with your chin as I honey under lick your throat I cannot close another eye. Lids are heavy
A fire fierce will be missed
A secret desire right in your face
Every morning a thought of you
Only relevant to now know