>>7300535The pretentiousness, it burns. Unless it's on purpose.
I prefer my shitty Dr.Seuss poetry that I write when I'm wasted for the "lines to be proud of" competition.
"I dim the night, perhaps red lights, a velvet rope of bursting veins have separated us all night. I skip the beat, adjust my tie, and smile at your eyes, blue ice. You're mine, my classy lady in disguise I make a move and a smooth as cat, I slip through veil of your debt, I will so suddenly collect. A patient man, is what I am, but clearly you must understand that I can't wait, my subtle friend. To shatter shell of your protection, an armour of your misdirection - I dig for truth in pictures that you've imprinted on my mind, true you, a hidden hue of color so true. I need you. I cannot deny. I stand behind your soft skin, make my way in, and slowly embrace your inner self, your weakness, strengths, your charm and ice. You're jumping tigress, a temptress, to you I must and will confess! The tie is gone, I'm on a leash, I mean that figuratively, sheesh! I kiss your cheek and love will flow to the edges of the world it seems as creeping in the feeling of excitement that I have kept away from you, my true... I share my due, I talk too much, I knew too much... You're a hypnotist, a cobra that has coiled me like prey, a predator who nearly took my life away. My nerves of steel are faulty wires and see how you've melted me with fires of furnace that you have hid beneath your surface. I dig for gold, I reach your loin. I sink my teeth in your slim dress and tear away whatever's left, I will caress your curves and chest. I feel your breath, so deep and tempting and mounted I am like stallion, you've raped my id, my sweet rapscallion! You are beyond my understanding, and often quite intimidating, I go down, like a hurt soldier, the wounds of which I've never told you. I'll tell you secrets of my self, a naked talk, like sinner's hell. My soul was forged of metal, made of stone, and heart that's heavy and alone is truly thing that should be burned in furnaces of sex till ashes, till viscous liquid of stagnation will be erased by penetration, the friction caused by my attraction, to true momentous re-creation, seduction, pure action. It's heaven, comforting and sweet, I'm swept completely off my feet. A wonder, neat and frightening, a nature's drug, that's so empowering. I'm greedy, true, and give I must, don't think of me as gambler's dice, what's due will come from me to you. Oh sweet release, my darling, please?"
