[hot]
bashful, hot lover; caramel queen
mean what your saying and
say you want me
bent over backwards; both in heat
and in jest
figuratively-literally
at the foot of the bed
unlock the secrets with the hooks
of your dress
whole body beating and
clenched tight as a drum
drenched in sweat; as if swimming
each breath biting in lungs
exhaled past your voice box
which brings music to my ears
the sound of your moaning
the taste of your tears
wild and spinning; the earth moves in sway
to the pushing and pulling between you
and me
is this how you see it?
tell me, now,
does it feel good?
my minds eye is harlot,
my brain is a whore

...c-span2 update...
a bunch of politicians deliberating for hours
about who would be politically appropriate to
nominate
for the various Nobel Prizes...

[what?!?]
well, just answer me one question
what is it you love?
the tired faces filling up
tired days
like a skipping record
's been skipping since 10-years-ago
when push comes to shove, tell me
what is it you love?!?
i doubt even you know!
your emotions, your tools
you use
in your game. applied with
the pressure
of your ultimate aim

[drink the honey from my lips]
yellow transmittals of blank, empty
space; sent for cause of reaction
that screams for attention. well, sorry
honey; not today.