I͟t͟ c͟o͟u͟l͟d͟ b͟e͟ a͟w͟k͟w͟a͟r͟d͟ a͟t͟ f͟i͟r͟s͟t͟, b͟u͟t͟ t͟h͟a͟t͟ d͟o͟e͟s͟n͟'t͟ m͟e͟a͟n͟ l͟o͟v͟i͟n͟g͟ i͟s͟ n͟o͟t͟ t͟r͟u͟e͟. A͟s͟ t͟i͟m͟e͟ a͟d͟v͟a͟n͟c͟e͟s͟ s͟w͟e͟e͟t͟ f͟e͟e͟l͟i͟n͟g͟s͟ b͟e͟c͟o͟m͟e͟ m͟u͟t͟u͟a͟l͟, h͟e͟a͟v͟e͟n͟l͟y͟.
J͟o͟d͟e͟k͟s͟s͟ G͟l͟o͟a͟t͟k͟e͟n͟f͟
Scamp we all have been
Funny! Just at some junction as we arouse so
Those mighty moments when we men with women
Would imagine an honeymoon in the far laps of Finland's
thousands lakes below whilst thousands more islands lie adjacent from Indo
Cuddly us on paradise's golden floors with diamonds glowing virtuous clouds
And melodies of angelic skanking tools bolting us closest on foamy lilies....
Oh I have been there too, severally too!
As my mates have too, severally too
Some would lie true; skirts pretend shoo
When we lie in the sweet lies in our heads
Which release us from the anxiety of a first kiss of the Ms, Mrs
Or the trepidation that sucks like black hole of a first injection
Then ejection... pours cloudy cream clearing
the clam 'cross our mouths to make lousy moan:
"More, more, tour, turn - more, oh more!"
Tho' in reality releasing can be ruse or sore.
Could you imagine the ROMANCE OF ADETUTU?!
© 2019 Jodekss Gloatkenf
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Releasing by Jodekss Gloatkenf
The Journal of a Pengician
Labels:
AFRICA,
arts,
clairvoyance,
creativity,
Literature,
poetry,
relationship,
The Journal of a Pengician
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