Swishing about to and fro Feeling rather like the enchanted napkins At the feast of the beast Perhaps more the chimney My habits cause resembelence to it This seems like lunacy Complete indulgence into desire If my lips should ever be overtaken By irrational brain processes Causing me to utter the ugly word stop Place your hand upon those decietful mounds Hushing the blasphemy Gaze into my eyes for the truth I don't believe situation will ever take us there But I care so much as to warn you In case such a scenario should ever arise We'll be ready I wanna be your lovely tiger woman Oozing thoughts thick for picking Leave your scent on my pillow Frankly I enjoy it It's odd when I see a beard And it makes me giggle a little Softly, to myself Imagining how yours is coming along Or notice a sneaky tribal Poking out from someone's t-shirt sleeve It reminds me How the sharp black thorns Wrap themselves around your neck I wonder Do you think thoughts like these of me? When there's a quiet wisp of a moment In the minute nuances of silence Am I the whitenoise That carries the day? Perhaps we'll never understand How this all started Place,time,situation Isn't it strange how something so new Can feel so familiar?
Amazing results, quite a full cup. A surge of feeling courses through this dance.... which is quite indescribable.
Awakenings from within, wherefrom, and planted long ago, seeds come to sprout into thornbush glory and rosebuds, gory with the crimson abscence, detail the wages of what some call sin.
