Alchemisland

We’re back at hers and I’m like finally Watching orgasm climb her spine In and out, in and out, riding is tidal We’re not high enough, take tide pods Black as pitch, out walking around the pitch with all the wicked witches From my eyrie roof, roads resemble stitches Do you want a bit? Just…

Blunt to my friends Alone in my cell With a blunt to myself And a bit to sell I’m bitter to the cells Cold, whether kelvin or celsius Hard headed, surrounded by asbestos All my besties gone, only their respective spectres this November Hard-handed, like I wore a cestus Woof tastes proper, teases what my…

Cracking: knees, limbs, joints, fingers, hips. On account of my crepitus, currently sounding like a crypt walker When I creep up holding this; Sound like falling detritus When I leave and it won’t be immediately, You will hear my bones pealing as I peel myself, Raising swears and eyes to the ceiling. Moving griefful, shuffling…

If in amounting my feelings span yield four fields only, it is advantage: I have land little, vantage sufficient to descry with eyes single-willed. One has me smitten. You, Rome, to which all roads lead. One as I, bitten. Senseless love’s baleful cobra, Affection’s infection, affecting my good sense; Scarce chinwagging passes lacking her mention.…