Not long ago I fell in love With her beautiful lips
I will never forget how sweet
That lingering after taste Stayed in mouth well after she walked away
And When She was almost out of my eye sight It became real cerebral melancholy of a love affair I had misplaced
It took from me something objective Watching her leave of absence
And From a distance At that very precise moment It became a sharp piercing pain in the center of my heart
But I remember Oh how I remember I remember Her
(PINE APPLE LIP GLOSS)
The way we French kissed for long periods When I held on tightly Tightly til midnight
The memory of her legs in white embroidery stockings How my fingers danced with excitement Triggering investments traveling up down her highway
I was dizzy While tickling the measurements of her Inner thighs I remember this
When I was Creating A representation That was supposed to last forever
The further she walked the smaller she grew in my vision My eyes became a small rain storm drenching screaming Pulling me away from dreaming Away from my world as I had become too know it
I Didn't know what to say now Like words on a black board being erased I was at a loss for words So I held on to the memory Of Her
(PINE APPLE LIP GLOSS)
The way we French kissed for long periods No air escaping Imprisoning our tongs
My own Perfect example I visualize an imagine I create in my mind the ability to conceive my own embodiment
A pine apple salad with the juices flowing over When we touched each other's lips Among other things!
pineapple.
Author: ROBERT J HARRIS
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Date: 02/04/2020
№ 1156098
Pineapple kisses
She gave me pineapple kisses Her smile was sweeter than sunshine I wish I could make her mine But she slipped away through a different strand of time
I've heard Pineapples taste of summertime A humid sticky night, lovers delight But the texture I couldn't bear So eat the fruit I wouldn't dare Then my world changed when I met a beauty so rare
With hair like dark chocolate And eyes like the sky Her laughter like a familiar song
She gave me pineapple kisses Her smile was sweeter than sunshine I should have made her mine Before she slipped away through a different strand of time
The train now leaving from platform fourteen is the six fifteen from your waking dream into your worst nightmare, 'are we there yet? '
Travel may be the means to unravel the knots in your gut But it's not cheap, Far cheaper to sleep.
Friday used to be my day to relax, unwind, pop some pills, chill with the homies and look at me now, another spindle, a spoke in the wheel, I feel like a cog in some clanking machinery, And there's no scenery to gaze upon on the blunderground, there is only darkness and vacant faces that look into and out from this underground,
The train now arriving for those left surviving is the six fifteen from, 'where you have been but not where you are heading'
I'm dreading any further announcements.
If work is the saving of dignity why Pray tell me is it making me Piggin' sick?
My mouth is bleeding. Your sharp tongue is cutting the roof of my mouth; right behind my teeth where you spell my name. One letter at a time. My teeth are breaking but i've never been afraid of blood. Not even when I coughed up handfuls into my mothers baby blue lemonade pitcher. Not even then.
Your milky dusky hue Blankets the black That kept me in my bed Afraid to awake More afraid to sleep
Now I see you, Yawning along with me Erasing history each moment Even before the golden orb Cracks your silence With its fickle fire
I know you, False hope giver Promising light Fooling eternal night But not eternally For you too will one day be black
I will not see this Nor will my seed Nor theirs, but one day The crack between earth and sky Will vanish And eyes that long for light Will become Part of karmic night The dripping sweetness they craved In golden blue light Will be gone
