Juicy as a ripe green apple/ Fresh off the tree/ Taste indescribable/ But pleasant/ Mouth watering/ Warm/ Mmm like a pastry/ Fresh out of the oven/ Moist/ SO moist/ *sigh* Just thinking about it makes me hungry/ And horny/ At the same time/ I want taste it again/ Taste YOU again/ My unconventional delicacy
We’re friends/ Homies/ Amigos/ Two peas in a pod/ Friends/ For that is all that we can be/ An attraction exists/ Mutual/ Spiritual/ PHYSICAL/ It’s the physical attraction that gets me/ Eats at me/ Makes me crazy inside/ Inside my head/ Inside my boxers/ But we’re only friends/ And that’s how it has to stay
I sat in the catholic church surrounded by mourning individuals. I was in a back pew and I had a direct view of the statue of Jesus hanging on the cross was in my direct line of sight. I couldn’t look at it. The sught of the nails in his hands and feet bothered me initially. I was too far away to see the. Thorn “crown” upon his head, nor could I see if the statue depicted the wound at His side. It was a disturbing sight to me…initially. The sight bothered my flesh, the impure eyes of a man. But when I looked at the statue with a spiritual eye, one that loved my Lord and knew what He had done for me, I could not look away. This statue did not show the GLORY of Jesus Christ…just his suffering. Suffering he endured so all who believed in Him could live a life purged of sin. Praise His holy name. Jesus Christ, lord and savior
Why are my poems coming out like a big ass paragraph?!!!UGH
About three months, That’s how old you would be now Had you been born. Had she not lost you. Lost you due to negligence. Due to not taking care of herself, Not taking care of YOU. Would you have been a nephew? Someone I could call my “lil man”? Someone I could look after and show the ropes? Or would you have been a niece? A precious little baby girl. Who I would have loved and adored? Cherished. I’ll never know. You are forever lost to me. It hurts when I think about it. And I mourn. I think about what you could have been, What WE could have been. My lost kin
It’s your choice. Honoring the wishes of an ill relative, I understand that. I respect it. You say that you’ll be able to handle it, That you’ll be able to take care of everything. Why don’t your words ease my mind? Or provide the assurance you intended them to? Why do I feel that it will be MY pockets that will feel the weight of your responsibility? Not to mention the increase in the distance. Distance that’s always been there, *nd will only get worse with this responsibility. What is a man to do?
Thinking of you
Is like dreaming while I’m awake.
Spending long days together
And passionate nights.
Getting to know one another.
Deeper and deeper.
With each other.
My thoughts of you never cease.
But that’s all they are.
As I dream while I’m awake.