Recoiled

Recoiled barbs still cut the same

Fly by night? …or flying in the night?

I sting like a butterfly!

I float….like a bee!

I’m not who you see at all

And it fills my soul with shame

You’re holding onto the string of my kite

But, you’re looking at the ground…not at the sky

I’m stuck in the wire, can you see me?

In the calm…before the squall

My Oyster Rubbing On Your Swirls

Your love is my cloister

My pearl in the oyster

My wish upon a star

My lightening in a jar

The deeper my secrets, the darker my hell

Immediately Enamored by you, under your spell

Is it adoration for none…?

Or adoration for one…?

Gojira pummels my skull

Its slicing metal the opposite of dull

I’m living life like a ‘free-range’ chicken

The fo(u)wl oxymoron leaving me stricken

I’m trying to erase my thought bubble

And just remember the feel of your stubble

Or was it mine you felt?

When your tongue was making me melt…

We could empty the bag of doritos…

Let the chips fall where they…may-be onto our toes

I want more control over us though

I need you to know…

You are a sight to behold

Not like the kind the song told

The kind that has me love-locked

It’s my world Beast…that you have completely rocked

I can’t be with you tomorrow

For that, I am filled with the deepest of sorrow

Tonight I am crying tears of cold blood

My heart broke a bit, caused the wet flood

My lips drip with my red rain

My crimson tide of pain

I long to be enough…

Your overseas fantasy, now with a hairy muff

I want to go back to how we were

When you made me cum with a loud purrrrr

I want to be your forever girl

The only one that kinks-out on those swirls

via Daily Prompt: Enamored

Buckshot Has A Voice

Your words…

Are your weapons of choice

Who knew buckshot had a voice…

You’ve made sure the shrapnel is deeply buried

A cellular pain that must be carried

How much more can I take…

Before I bend so far, I snap and break?

I’m out of my head tonight

I’ve conceded the fight

But the question’s remain

In my mind, they are a permanent stain

The what if’s?

The how’s?

The when’s?

The where’s?

Impossibility has punctured my tranquility

It’s needling need…a junkie’s disability

My heart-burns with destructive despair

And no amount of antacid

Can clean it’s toxic air

Right now, nothing is placid

Grain, grain…go away

Blues melt into days end hues

Our hairs of the cross the last to see

The sky once smooth, become Grainy

The clouds drift in soft, white

To shield us from sun’s heat

And quench parched earth, raining

Pouring to fill another opportunity

Another broken day…

We keep trying to cleanse our hurts away

But the dirt of this sometimes wretched life

Just won’t wash away

Least not now, not today

(written by Beauty and her hot-as-fuck Beast❤️)

via Daily Prompt: Grainy

A Cup With No Lid

How can a thumb crush?

Pressing mine against the window

I’m looking at the world on the other side

It’s making me so cold in the middle…

My eyes close on a deep breath

As my thumb depresses the up

My spirit is in such a shaking rush…

I’m standing on one leg like a pink flamingo

So pretty to look at…even though I’m nibbling at my hide

I wanna get high and lost, and that’s not a riddle

A light shone down yesterday, it was a little death

I tried to catch it, but I didn’t have a lid on my cup

Gamboling Hearts

Four legs Amble

On sidewalks out west

As our hearts gambol

Trapped in our chests

These are memories that now slide onto my tongue

Down my throat…

As my 10 fingers tap

This keyboard in my lap

Your captivating aura still comforts me as it surrounds

And in my ears…your beautiful love still sounds

Hours have turned to days

Days to weeks

Weeks to months

If I could have, I would have

Convinced you there were ways…

I miss you more than you believe

More than you could ever conceive

via Daily Prompt: Amble