A Red Minute Deux

Invested was what seemed like infinity
There I was peering at such iconic symbolism
Indefinite filaments of unprecedented passion ascend
I battle to suppress said ardor though perpetually it heightens
Each time her face shall in the sanctuary that comprises my reveries
Sacrificed I am to perish within her sexy, inviting aroma
That illustrates my voracious carnality

A Red Minute Trois

‘Twas a rather sodden evening
When the congregation had begun departing
Pending an austere twister
I know not if it was deliberately
though for some reason the bright red hue
That comprises your vehicle ensnared my eyes
it was in that moment when your lovely smile
Rose to prominence in the
Gradually diluting presence of the rain
Chuckles sprang forth in merriment

Voluptous Gothic

In the absolute black of night
Was when she seized my eye
It appeared as if she had been glancing at a ceiling
That had been adorned by cobwebs for years
Living in the element of inquiry
Wondering if the light shall ever glimmer upon her frame
Her eyes as bleary as they are profound exhibited poems
Epic poems beyond that of humanity’s comprehension
Each tragedy that she had ever been dealt
Was present amongst each page
As within her skin they had turned

The Ghostly Aura

Such discernment would never have dawned
nor would one ever think such artistry
Could be made to appear so sullen
Her cheeks glistening so brightly in my wake
Then my eyes descended upon her lips
Her velvety, smooth lips…
arouses an esoteric aura within
an aura undefined

Happenings

Along this strange venue I tread
Arcane a man of many
Concocted from what is deemed to be
The most unimaginable beliefs

Each direction guided by a thought
Happens to have a mind of its own
Conspiracies and schizophrenia harmonize
Like loved ones who’d never forsake I

One would gather that darkness
Is like an oblivious obscurity of validity
My brain has molded around that thought

Cloud 33

When enveloped within her caress
One will have come to master the conception
That blackness isn’t as careless as she seems

Murmuring monotonous nocturnes
To inaugurate safety
And endorse loyalty

Now it is not entirely certain
Whether such knowledge
Is deemed fallacious or authoritative
Though does there exist a plausible reason
For such subjective musings?

Technicolor 3

Daylight has cuffed the forsaken canyons
And as I am just rousing from a fair slumber
Saluted I am by a spectrum strangely colored smoke
Could it be possible that evolution advanced so hastily
The mist that is emitted from her orifice
Remind me of happy, platinum things
May her lips bear more phenomenons