Inked Tongue

  Weapon of mass destruction is a walking piece of beauty. Deception is real when you take her sexy aura for levity. She is a two edged sword, a masterpiece of a grand swordsmith, legit cutting edge technology and every atom of her is capable of causing massive explosions. She walks with deadly grace and cause your innerman to pant. Electricity don't flow better than her waistline and whirl wind don't wreck havoc like her lower body. On a mission to nail a target. You're gone before she pulls the trigger. You look at her, she returns the look only for you to get victimised by her lashes. And if you understand machine language then you stand a zero to one chance of getting spared.

Walking into this room reminds her of her bland taste in aesthetics. The ripple feeling she gets when she gazes at the painting on the wall causes her to tilt back and forth.  Her appetite grows strong for blood and she will soon realize that that she’s iron deficient once again.  The resounding pump of her heart causes a little bit of uproar in my head and her stare makes my breathing overlap.  There’s smoke from the room she just walked out of and the aisle she walks sinks in humility.  Voices scream in her head but she blocks them off with the sight of pretty jugular. She is at the top of the roof exchanging words with a rebellious part of herself and she seizes every opportunity to whisper dreadful words at the stranger in the mirror.

  Will you believe me when I tell you that your mind has its own taste buds? That these buds will thank you when you introduce them to a sumptuous treat Today, the taste buds in my mind and also my tongue have given me a standing ovation  For a once in a lifetime opportunity  Of not just tasting chocolate but tasting one with depth and intricacy  Oh  Will you believe me when I tell you that there is a taste that the human mind is yet to discover? And maybe that is why I do not feel human tonight Because I have beheld and tasted confectionery that was probably set aside for deities  “CARAMEL”  I screamed in my head For indeed I love my chocolate hot with caramel toppings 

  There is a strong strife between the aroma that your cooking body gives and my humble concentration  For the concentration of your scent has overpowered the concentration of my mind Now my attention span is left staggering and pleading for mercy Hoping that you can tune down this lethal effect that your ethereal body produces  And it baffles me Because why would you choose to bathe in a river of ethanol when you know how much its effect from your steaming body intoxicates me And now, I only see blurred lines Skeletal images dancing in red light and my libido shooting to its very apogee Maybe your ethanol is lethal  But I will forever consider it my favorite guilty pleasure.

There is enough energy to harness from a ripple.   I watch her swing like a pendulum to and fro in a convocation of celestial beings.   The rhythm to her pulse is the only yardstick for measuring my patience. I let a butterfly take my nectar in exchange for the secrets to her courageous adventures.  Fly away once, Come back again Isn’t it a good time to pause at one end and marinate in all the bliss there is here?  Pendulum,  I hope this axis you have chosen to swing from will hold firm till you come to a decision. I hope for your sake, I won’t wither in my moment of waiting. Do you think I can freeze time when you swing by my side?