Sunday, 11 November 2018
Photo Credit: Alex|Pintrest
“It is time for fresh and boiling blood;”
Mumbled the big bellied man, looking through the side mirror.
Bubbled with a lusty smile and a mighty heave of desire.
He pressed the brake pedal and the Mercedes halted.
Slaying, she displayed wonderful side motions of splendidness,
Almost staggering, like an elf right after birth, in tall heels.
She hinted mastered receptive rituals
Rituals that seemed to bond with the suggestive Mercedes,
Not just for the first time!
I said to her, “Is it not late for today's classes,
And exams are due in a week's time, little sister?”
She gave me ‘go away eyes’, rolled them up, and she, she gave them to me; again.
“Don’t you have business to do, boy?”
And I thought to myself as they sped off,
“Just which of these roles did I perform?
Am I a grown-up “boy,” a custodian of outdated societal order,
Measuring life by the square and rule,
Or am I just a creepy idler,
Who pokes his nose into other people’s affairs?”
Baby; It is true, that I don’t know how to give up on you because I just can't do it like the way I can’t stop breathing. ...
Mama, I have seen you stand by my side, for all of my life, when my heart was torn open, when my heart bled, when my heart rejoiced. ...
My sons, Keep vigil over your blood And every day: invoke your forefathers To give you a living guide. My sons, Tomorrow y...
Source: Deviant Art Like a season gives way to another, our love came when we'd given up on asking love to come....