You put a hunger upon my lips, a taste of desire, a lust that drips, lighting the flame that burns within my frame. Lightning bolts, twinges of pain disguised in pleasures mask. Electricity surging through my body, beating out a rythm like a voodoo drum. Kidnapping my breath as i reach an orgasmic loss of speach. Remember, sometimes words is all it takes. Poetry and passion, a puppet master mastering my mind, taking hold of my hands, controlling my fingers. Superlicious delicious, hypnotic erotic dripping ink onto the page. Got me penning down my uncensored thoughts, verse by verse got me filling up the pages with no time to rehearse. I’ve got to pin them down before they escape my mind disapearing inside. Got me blazing through this like a whirlwind spitting out fire again making your insides collapse from the rushing waves of heat. Mentally i’m complex, injected with a dialect of a poetic acrobat, aligned with a spine that is out of line. Leaving behind the casualties of this fatality that i have made a reality in my mind. Smooth and divine as if i commit this crime of arson burning you up with my words. When you think of peotry, i hope one day people will mention me so they can research the things i have said. They can dissect my metaphors and i shall be a legend breathing amoung the dead. Complex mentality, it’s not a dream, it’s my reality.

where were you while we were getting high?