Stream of Consciousness
He Is...
6’5, breaded and tattooed with a soft side. He gets me. He’s for me. Never misses a chance to make me smile. He will open up to me when life gets too heavy on his heart. He doesn’t have to love all art but he can show appreciation for it, especially mine. He will always take the opportunity to touch my skin. Gives me kisses in passing. He will support me in every way even the ones he doesn’t understand. He will give me my space to be alone and stay quiet. He will have joy and control of his temper. And when he can’t he will recognize that he needs to take a breather and walk away. He is warmth on the coldest of days. He's built like a modern god with a dick that fills me completely . He makes love to me and fuxks me like a savage. Wanting to hurt me and fill me with ecstasy with every stroke. He has his own life under control and his own path laid before him. He can give advice as well as receive it. He is kind, generous and humble. He is honest, but never cruel. He is a king among men and loves to travel to show this. He doesn’t smoke and drinks to living the moment a bit. He has his hobbies and interests. He has a circle of friends that adores him and nothing will be more important to him than God and then me. He will be a family man that believes in big moments with the family and small moments with me. Will randomly call me up and want to go to discount Tuesday at the movies. We can catch a fancy dinner and a quick homely one. He is luxury. Fridays is not to good for him. He will love to take me to the zoo and downtown. He is grateful and will share his love unconditionally with me. He is a hopeless romantic, with a wicked sense of humor and a beautiful smile. He is Love...
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Poets
der nachtzug
Unfiltered you say Unhinged say others Unwound says Dana Unsound, I think Aaaand here we go Quick this is a live one Catch its tricksy quicksy tale I mean tail Before it vanishes with a flash and a slither What was it? Oh yes. Unsound. Quick bring it back reel it in (tap the domino, watch them tumble, scribble scribble) Of unsound mind and unsound body That's me Heading that way anyway Choo Choo All aboard the the train of thought Not to be confused with the gravy train The midnight train to Georgia The midnight express The orient express Is that a scream from one of the cabins? Shall I investigate, set my rattled- (train rattling along the tracks, all along the tracks) -mind at ease that there is no killer On the prowl? On the stalk Leaf. Trembling. Too risky to set foot out there Where there's killers afoot, bogeymen and all sorts Lock the door Place my head under the blankets Funny isn't it When you want to kill your snoring spouse you put their head under a pillow When you want to kill a Monster you put your head under the blanket A deadly weapon is a bed, when you think about it Bedly Badly Is this going badly? Or baldly. Unsure. My hair could fall out from stress. Or baldly could mean: nakedly, plainly, out and proud, balls out. Ugh. Balls. Is it possible for a stream of consciousness to go badly or go well? I am probably not supposed to be analysing it. But they will. It just is what it is. Not good not bad just there. Very very there. With that in mind- (if there's room with all those trains and all that killing-- really we're a sick violent lot, don't look at my search history-- and all those beds squashy dangerous comfy beds) ... Then how are they going to judge it? Anyway. Time for me to board the sleeper. Der Nachtzug. Guten Nacht.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Poets
