Language Love.

Believe in the ability of language to heal. Let these butterfly and love-laced words infuse your Spirit with the joy from the Cosmas: the feminine genius of consciousness. Ascend.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Clovers of Ecstasy

But you should love me, because we both live on this street

A two way pasture of concrete, with flowing heart beats on each end

A lovers’ canvas, covered with the natural flow of our aura

Green lily pastures, honeysuckle flowers and black roses


Where I reside. Would you like to come along on my ride?

Water bluer than the sky, sand crystals that get you high

Sunrises and sunsets with my moans amongst the ambience

Egyptian oils that make my skin glisten…as my hips speak to you, listen

Don’t ask permission

Just start with sweet kisses, cinnamon caresses, brown sugar tongue rolls

Never end, send tingles from my spine to my toes

Is this why you should love me?

No, not the only reason,

because love is forever evolving like four seasons

Is it because of the way I stare at you under the moonlight?

Your eyes dancing as you watch what you like

Whenever you’re inside me, gotta give my bottom lip a bite

Because baby it’s yours, won’t put up a fight tonight

The way I feel you grow against my walls,

Afterwards she’s still thumping, giving your manhood a call

On and on and on, without one pause

Wake up from my dreams and we can start it all


My bed-leaf clover