Bowl

[katana]

i dream of cherries
cherry-lined roads
a walk alone.

i returned
this time with a bowl.
the trees had grown.

the flowers were blooming
the cherries rotting
and cars whistling.

[kulla]

and the bowler hat? and I'm not a blooming mirror in a party of three.

[katana]

she's gorgeous early in the morning
late night
when she quietly slipps into ur room
and she stares with those big dark eyes of her.
ah how she longs for her children!

but you
you are her son.
the one she had by the man.
you,
the only remnant of that night.
the dream dreamt.
the nightmare that awoke her.

slides under your covers,
ur not asleep.
she comes as ur succubus.
she tantalizes with her touch
but that you have forgotten.
its the feel of her pink silk robe that enrages.
her silhoutte of her body under the pale light of the morning sun
the rays that struggle to penetrate that wild forest of hair.
you know the voice
but those are words of a whore.

she's there.
there, to kill.
like all the children she's come to kill you too,
but you weren't sleeping.
you were waiting for her.

[kulla]

ok then, she's the mirror.

[kulla]

I love your cunt and cum in verses.

[Veshtrusja]

i dream of cherries
cherry-lined roads
a walk alone.

i returned
this time with a bowl.
the trees had grown.

the flowers were blooming
the cherries rotting
and cars whistling.

i think some new trees need to be planted...

[katana]

i've read them
i've heard them all.
and felt the rhythm of ur hands
the erection of ur mind.

the nothings - said out loud
the everythings said as nothing.

[StormAngel]

Gjithcka e thene me larte me jep vizion.
Sikur nje robot i programuar... te cilit i thua nje fjale dhe ai krijon nje imazh.
Qe nga titulli qe ka shume domethenie...(per mua kjo) deri tek fundi, qe ka plotesine perfekte te sferes. :)
Gjithckaja dhe asgjeja takon askund.

Komplimente! ;)

[Henri]

I drink from your bowl
the cherries have cried
to the pit dried

I dream of your bowl
the lack of its edges
the shades from the rim

My lust now flows
Its quest - a parody
I am your bowl.

[kulla]

for the naked footsteps tapping softly on the floor
getting close, I'm still waiting for her
she smells like roses falling gently on the floor
and when she comes she doesn't sneak into my bed
she doesn't sneak into my bed at all

she's crouched and blushing shy, rushing hot
hugging her knees, seating naked on the floor
she's cried and I can see her image upside down
on a pool of tears right beside her ass
she gives her hand and pulls me gently on the floor