Pillow light and cozy hearth, my chest beckons you,
Warmth surrounding every fiber , muscles locked in a slow waltz,
Embers of distant memories crackle, fizzle, and hiss to nothingness,
Your chest firm and soft , your eyes unlike mine,
I don’t want to talk about the other,

Since 5 plagued with debilitating self-loathing,
Delusional grandeur of normalcy, leaving me bereft of explanation,
But confining you to mere amusement, secondary to the other,
We sit entwined in soul bearing, and only yours is exposed,
While mine rises like those embers, escaping from the hearth,
Searching out a path to the other,
Who has been running since the age of 5.

Soaring into the canopy of winter clouds,

Like Hoatzin perched upon an unreachable branch,

Unlike John 19:39-42, the night is not made bright by Nicodemus,
but blasphemously rumored red hot with Ur lips around my penis,
Ur Lips around my penis,
Ur lips around my penis,

I like the subtle sexual undertones in this.

^ hh hmm. but, birds don't have lips.

XxAxX said:

^ hh hmm. but, birds don't have lips.

SagsWay2low said:

XxAxX said:

^ hh hmm. but, birds don't have lips.

^ don't take it out on me. i'm not responsible for you not knowing birds have no lips. interestingly, even without lips some birds can make a kissy noise that mimics the kissy noise a human might make when smooching them.