~the ominous cloudsthe impotent thunder‘cumulonimbus’ thoughts~
Sometimes,You try to make sense,Of the tears that fall.
Lonely carpet,mismatching your own existence,remind me of falling leavesand those who fail to leave.
In the dead of the nightI reach for you I run my fingersAnd tickle your skinI nibble your earsAnd fire up your sensesI feel you…
Fecal thoughtsGot my mind brewingCauldron hotMind stirring