Dreams of her that flame me.

We are walking on the street. It’s a sober afternoon. I am bored and she looks at me and says, make me cum. We plan to go to my room. We haven’t slept together before this. We haven’t even kissed. We reach the room and there sitting on a chair, is my mother. We sit on bed and I start talking to my mother. There is another boy in the room but I cannot remember who. We look at each other to make sure the moment is still there. I am shuffling stories in my head. Looking for something perfect to say to my mother that would make her leave the room. At this point, even two minutes alone with her would be enough. I finally ask mother to make us both a cup of tea. Mother exits the room. I lock it. She strips. Bare naked. I am fully clothed. She falls on the bed and spreads her legs. She has a small cunt. There is no teasing, no caressing, no kisses and no time. She giggles at me as I approach her. My head falls into her lap and I begin to eat her. There is no moaning. Only her thighs rise. Her stomach fluctuates. The room breathes. And she asks me to keep going. When I stop. She doesn’t cum. She laughs. We hold each other for a moment and I wake up.



We Bloom.

What she thinks
When she sinks
Into the skins
Of her lovers

What she discovers

When she looks
The other way

A tree with orange birds
An orange bird with blue and green colours

I see her in black and white

In purple
In yellow

In every rhyme


I am that lover

I discover

What no one has
No one will ever.

The muse is always welcome.

You are a cloud of molecules shimmering with the warmth of light. You engage me with your internal monologue. Only the memories you give me, stay. There is a world waiting to be undressed behind the vision you unfold.
You are a lovers story untold.
With electrical attraction and sugary atoms in your bones, you wrapped your colours around me and saw my words turn into gold.
You call it magic.
I call it love.

Names are just what we give it
The phenomenon never gets old.

I’d be your guide,
I’ll hold that door
For you to step in
And bathe in the cosmic mould
So that when it all ends
You will be a lovers story carved in stones.

I’ll be a drop of life
Falling into the cup of your soul.

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