Prolapstriumph
Bluelighter
<<I wrote this poem back in highschool, figured id get an opinion or two as i've been dabbling in poetry recently.>>
The lips, they kiss, and tease the lobes
ambrosia starved ears, so sweetly they probe.
A breath passed, my mantra, their dynamics, my means
but memories so reluctantly fade into dreams.
Their cacophonous resonance, my tortured mind a trophy
this trespass of my sacred ground, laughs in sanctimony.
In return for my worship, of her existance divine
the taste of another, and chills up my spine.
The only constant, her lips at my ear,
assuring this constant draws death ever near.
The lips, they kiss, and tease the lobes
ambrosia starved ears, so sweetly they probe.
A breath passed, my mantra, their dynamics, my means
but memories so reluctantly fade into dreams.
Their cacophonous resonance, my tortured mind a trophy
this trespass of my sacred ground, laughs in sanctimony.
In return for my worship, of her existance divine
the taste of another, and chills up my spine.
The only constant, her lips at my ear,
assuring this constant draws death ever near.
