lenoredoll

she moves like honey
golden in her glory
viscous to the vision
sweet in her sensuality

her texture tantalizes my every taste
and i am handed to her helplessly
my mind becomes muddled by her movements
and i let go of lust to look for love.

she makes me a bee
buzzing to her boundlessly
fiercely flying to her flower
addicted to her aphrodisiac

i am constantly conscious of cause and effect
never did i noticed my sudden need for her
i have jested and justified my mistaken judgment
i find myself dependent on her decadent delights

she makes me weep
wallowing in her well
used and useless
opening to oblivion

quite quickly i find quiet
reassured by rest and my reason restored
i would end her enduring effigy
for peace away from her precious poison

i feel like a xenolith
another yammering youth
but i will zealously find her zenith
to show my id her true indecent identity
and kill her key kernal in kamikaze fashion