In You, I Do
The warmth here caresses liquid,
the pain sheds to fry passion,
loneliness becomes shared wine, smiles,
I tell you I love you, I do.
A heat from stored sun alone,
a fire only welcomed by this red Sag,
your warmth chills only flesh tonight,
I tell you I love in you.
Bright walks towards corners of dark alleys,
empathy to warm both our palates,
as long as I am here you promise,
I tell you I love you, ba-do.
Grains in an hourglass still turning,
together are we moments few,
merry along this ride let us be then,
I tell you I love in you.
A Dreamt Goddess
Perfume is your skin here,
your eyes pools of forgiveness with my image.
Moving your precious limbs moves me deeper,
you are goddess supreme here in my dreams.
Pure sunlight your smile,
your touch tender swarms for my flesh.
Moving your precious limbs makes me firmer,
you are goddess queen.
Pearls are your words here,
your dance a ritual to god Eros in me.
Moving your precious breast makes me stronger,
you are goddess serene.
Puree of cherries your kiss,
your tongue holy water for I in I god.
Moving your precious hips makes me longer,
you are goddess pristine, here in my dreams.
Kinky Capital
Caged even attraction in price-tags,
commodified her power over me.
Caked artificial names onto animal flesh,
King Capital micromanages our sexuality.
Cooked up genres to kill fantasy,
called-girl up even cute and cuddly.
Contained kinky and college in one aisle,
King Capital famishes our sexuality.
Canned even the outside,
conned "queers" into primetime.
Cornered un-hetero into blips to be bleeped out,
King Capital hemorrhages our sexuality.
Caged Eros in a cell of commodities,
contained it in generic curiosities.
Cornered the love god into a new formality,
King Capital damages our sexuality.
