I came across this poem looking for something else on my blog! I likey! Its from 2/4/2015
Whisper sultry shadows,
weeping wallow pillows...
Caress carefree nothings,
into dramatic unfolding freedom.
Aroma psycholiteral feromone herecy.
Still sense strange bird.
Side right evil center, live liver.
Left to brazen gift giver.
Touch her.
Taster.
Not one breath waste her.
Shivering, quiver, bow to arrow.
Panther, Jesus Fish needle to marrow.
But her fly, back lower center.
Jet black curls framing,
falling all in the memoir.
First time stangebird will remember.
Love too.
Touch. Taste. Till slumber...
Trigger iconic recall of "nothing."
Two creep.
All was a redialed number.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Slow and steady wants control.
Darkness hides bruises,
all of inside.
Awaken to sun meaningful one.
Strange birds only mean one?
Special though, lust to produce.
Caress trust matters caress,
Strangebirds call it a truce.
A trust no harm shall distress.
Just one little strangebird,
who had never undressed.
Whisper sultry shadows,
weeping wallow pillows...
Caress carefree nothings,
into dramatic unfolding freedom.
Aroma psycholiteral feromone herecy.
Still sense strange bird.
Side right evil center, live liver.
Left to brazen gift giver.
Touch her.
Taster.
Not one breath waste her.
Shivering, quiver, bow to arrow.
Panther, Jesus Fish needle to marrow.
But her fly, back lower center.
Jet black curls framing,
falling all in the memoir.
First time stangebird will remember.
Love too.
Touch. Taste. Till slumber...
Trigger iconic recall of "nothing."
Two creep.
All was a redialed number.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Slow and steady wants control.
Darkness hides bruises,
all of inside.
Awaken to sun meaningful one.
Strange birds only mean one?
Special though, lust to produce.
Caress trust matters caress,
Strangebirds call it a truce.
A trust no harm shall distress.
Just one little strangebird,
who had never undressed.
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