PHLEGM

Posted: January 27, 2016 by lade in Uncategorized
It came like a minutes of ooze
All shreds limit in pools
She claims to be my love
But am just a human asked to step around her streams.

Those panicked joints of hers
The ones i created out of her jaws
Was it a loving form of love?
Or another way to make my fist run.

Sunny as if her cloths would dry
Yet her phlegm’s made it wet
All with a lashing bath
And with my longing hands.

All adores her gentle drips
With my eyes; a wisdom of tears
And lips; a knowledge of slaps
Will never make life her golden ray

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