Drowsy pain
sobering my fuzzy mind,
slap-to-reality spasms
denying me access into my Alice in Wonderland world.
swirling colors
like delicious flavors tingling and taunting the cool recesses of my head.
sensations are abound,
appreciation in plenty,
the male form is desired!
and reciprocated desire is expected of HIM!
yet HE changes every week,
sometimes everyday,
fickle my mind may sure seem to be.
but if there was one who proved HIS mettle,
i know i could give HIM the guarantee.
unfortunately though, 'THAT'S a rare vintage,'
as my dear friend would say,
rings in my head and refuses to leave,
but not before it aids me in creating beautiful picturesque paintings.
paintings of scenarios,
scenarios that reduce me to a wanton amorous woman,
a wild being painfully restricted
by self imposed chains and ropes of modesty and social conditioning.
oh! how wonderful would it be for the social improper to be proper.
even if for just a day.
to take pride in the release of a delectable sigh of satisfaction.
and yet, as i write i know with a deep sense of self understanding-
its going to be only a sigh of fatigue that will escape between my lips!
2 comments:
ayyio! kanney... is so deep and you really need a mansies, don't you? only if all we gay men were straight and your straight men were half as interesting and original!
Hmmm ur paint a picture of yerself well baaah :) :)like it like it... and access to the wnderland i ll get ya... i dnt hve magic pills but i knw what the caterpillar smokes though :)
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