revelations / post orgasm /

revelations / post orgasm /

A Poem by alexalikeswords

****~peak of aftershocks 

i want to imagine ~~ a landscape, pubic hair, sweat, a mole 

only members of your fan club are aware of. even though 

he was such s**t, that was still kind of hot when 

batteries die i remember

catheters pedophiles the few deaths i know

flick joint click buzz on oh f**k i think 

that soft spot for white comedians is 

getting a little too real ~ 

i want them both to f**k me 

there is no censorship 

this is a declaration of pleasure

i want to be invested, of sound body

and mind no wrongful death among us

~~ stop it he’s not ~~ hot 

he’s  a  s o c i o p a t h ¡

i wonder ~~ oh wow, women.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

everyone means everything.

they took the bikes off the rack but

the bikes must still exist somewhere

oh god ~~~ i’m so fucken soft bro

~ i like the idea of hedonistic love ~

i like the skin and the scabs 

i like myself within the chaos 

i am the object of desire

i am the object of desire

~*.

© 2018 alexalikeswords


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

87 Views
Added on October 20, 2018
Last Updated on October 20, 2018
Tags: orgasm, feminine, aftershocks, revelations, diary, pleasure, desire