nUkiEmOLe poems #40/ 09 Apr 2017
You never meant a lot to me, everything
I never loved you a lot, always, never…you have the loveliest mouth I’ve ever heard you haRdly speak woRds from, you do not know how to kiss whether you live in youR dad’s olde house or yours, now! love you dislike, you don’t ride hoRses, but you can bake a cake…
[you’ve neveR eveR passed me bye, but you tRied and failed to piss-me-off too many times that]
I’ll always love you! you’R extremely doctRinaire, you don’t like to fuck–u’R j0diE this time—huh, mike? I want to eat your pusse’ gal, eat that red-hot meat, make you bend over ask for a disaster, mincemeat my treat w.o. candy, do I don’t know why I do love your eyes…
[do I don’t know your hips are my eye’s spied, can I be as olde as you are– not now?]
may I beg your pardon we’ve a universality to not delay, to be… nor dalliances and be that do obey the natural is our treatment memory-vane…. if i smile @ U, would U be a suck soooo that i could see youR eyes both ways, but the bird did not eat itself, since the cat left the feathers?
Yeah, I do not want to remember, how I, weld, we, weld, sought, yes, amalgamated & placed taste fallacy upon taste travesty? You only you, only know that I love your pusse` as much as you! I know why I long for you so, that I am older and you are wiser…not why, when?
may I beg your pardon we’ve a universality to not delay, to be… nor dalliances and be that do obey the natural is our treatment memory-vane….if i smile @ U, would U be a suck soooo that i could see youR eyes both ways, four trains go one-way then the other every 3-4 minutes?
Yeah, I remember, I was beneath my van-2, then years later beneath love in tribute to wars end, but the evil-Empire’s stolen our heartless dementia and replaced that w chem-tRails that dispatch women’s femininity for adverse cancerous-gRowths,
[yeah, I remember we always discover “together” when we are apart I fantasize intercourse w you!]
written by “R” Addison 09 Apr 2017 @ stop ’n Rest cabin
–note: altho i do not like, dig to edit, words-of-Import are not arcane to thinking nor of reading, you having read–let’s not be apart this time, heartless Jodie gal…