Inhale from the womb suffocating in the other world

Feed to substantiate growth,hunger to proclaim both amiss not odd

Suckle from her breasts,split out what she feeds cooked

Gladly ingest what we need to, obligatory deficate not to be rooked

Play for a thought to happily enjoy,having it too much to be exhaust

Yell get to scream for injury, laughter in joy return for fun

Gasp the books knowledge in excite,neglect reject learning becomes a boring gun

Intellect of perpetual understanding,minority delays of a simpleton

Tend to live though in a life of suffocation

We run all the way not having imaginations to walk a plan

Obliged to hurry forgetting we are late already to slow the pace

Inspire of death, still living in their hearts of ace

Scruple Confession

I like you, sorry, forgive me

I love you, had to say that to thee

The three words so uncertain to be

For what I have for you could be a plea

The first day we met, I undyingly fell in love

That’s the prosperous lie we could get, you were nothing to have

It was all in a gamble bet, for had them two ravishing bottoms curve

To treat you as my pet, feeling high though low above

First, our eyes would meet, and I would sprout

Second, I really shmucked at your laugh, made me pout

Tertian, nature of the walk really had to count out

Now, would I want only you on my site now and about

It is no excuse that I was and am throwing it away

This deep sunken peeling feeling that I poses this unexpected day

So murky mooshy and calm as morning bay

You being the absolute contrary that I had in my own display

Dont expect anything at all, reprimand me not being earlier bold

You are keen as an owl, fear pounds me wont hold

All I want is your happy explicit, though am dumb now to admit

All trying to clarify is that you are my perfect misfit addict

From Dusk Till Dawn

A cosy dusk, they are seeking their task

Dew and well husk, bound by refraining ask

Much gas no mask, Her queen awaken from the cask

Her time due to bask, in the dark episode of a sack

She couldn’t wait, her heart ached

His soul was bait, the weakness waked

Difference in hours await, desires intriguing baked

Time was now late, but her ego never parade

Having him she vowed empty feed

From the mortal living who would bleed

Adoration consumed in each petty large deed

Through grief and excite crossed her heed

No shame covered His face

A wicked Beast she had become made his vase

Undead she marked his heart’s base

Drawn to the affection adjoined by a lace

Perfect, imperfect, blessed and cursed

Ignited, torched, lit and flamed

Will, might, strength and brave

Porched, cupped, engulfed and caved

Kisses on her lips, affectionate gay

Hands held on her hips, dabbed away

Slowly into deeps, to warm the day

Feeling of his hips, ecstasy in pray

She struggled school hard to show

Strived and determined heart on a bow

To keep him was unwelcoming show

Unwilling denying to ever let him go

His heart beat one to two

Bleed coiled in veins rushing through

Bit his lips then red became blue

A pride of her heart in inches hue

Its already dawn, their hour is end

Ride of the foam, was great time on bed

Ravishing as lawn, eternity be fed

They their own home, they had wed

 The Evening

In the may of described abscence of a cool breeze, the leaves clapped and shattered. A deep chill keeps calling as its dabbing effect light their way. The azure was no more, only the abrupt gaze of the golden pact shoved as shadows of ‘m’ slowly faded up the sky.Loot on the road.Lighting their eyes to indicate a customed availability to other four legged series of machines. The two wheel carriage dashing at a high speed launching noise from their small engineManifold a people ganged up as the Saharan ants matching towards a road of the unprecice destination. Confused. Yes. Aim of their nature was of what they faced as their mirror. Apparently no one knew the other in the matters of ‘myself’ since the forthcoming latitude was an implication of ones business. It was all from work to home.The few who closed late made to leave their items in check. Building’s doors posted ‘closed’ and padlocked. As they went, another group if nocturnals arrives. Colored in their daily routine of coopral effort in times if slumber.The time was only then to see them. Motives to be alive and kicking during the night.It is a calm way of nature to close the book of now and hold on to open of what is kept in store for the other day.