cocoa sins on brown skin

it's fun. she did it for the thrill before cream trails down her thighs, opened eyes leaving everyone blind. full of grace you sit in my stonehenged shrine, with my Others who share your mind. windows painted, locked and absolutely no doors your only mirror is how you move, instructing me to get on all fours.  kissing your face. bebe, i want alone time not in there with them. get the fuck out of my shrine/just like black gums and white teeth i am reminded to see. rhinestones blind and delude this catastrophe we're inclined to call me. signals from my body sickens society then i often confuse the terms for reaching a higher me. even when i begin searching for happy the translation is swallowed up in confusion, trying my hardest not to lose you..fuck, i am stranded inside an illusion. 

HOW DARE YOU TELL ME I'VE MADE IT !?

STILL LIVING IN THIS FANTASTICAL WORLD YOU'VE CREATED.

dispatches from the bed

Atrue light is the epitome of my dreams. bebe you can read what i write but things are not always what they seem. you fell in love with some idea of me. eye stood before you lucidly my ideas so sublime, with you denim pulling my jean. standing here now watching the clock my love is a crime, pants falling off the seams. many ideas to combine?? or are they just dreams? lost in translation this deceit comes out as an amalgamation just the former me making life harder to breathe, and honesty. forcing you is synonymous to burning trees, deluding ourselves and leaving me never able to enter release. i'm a sorry fuck. you know, everyday is like i'm here to appease?

although, you found me trembling wet pussy tease and scoping with argonite eyes. made you believe i am not from your dreams a part of me cries. but i loved you first and a million others died. granted it took me long to find you without the lies, no tainted waters filled with toxins MAKING OUR BRAINS ACTIVE blah blah blaaahh your you is supremely attractive. breaking down the hurdles is the most tragic with this weight of tons of men that's stored at it. attic. safe. in the corner office space, locked in cabinets of your mind. i don't know why. however, i would keep my distance she keeps making me cry. pulling either arm is the lost and weak, ending this lonely lovers charm last we speak..  eye and eye will destroy babylon, please excuse me.
feels like you'll be here all the way to Z.