He’d always been a man who could
entirely rely on all of them,
his cranial nerves, of which there are
twelve in all, his eighth, they called it
statoacousticus, and then the one
that always would alert him quickly,
the olfactory, he’d pick old scents
from many years ago, refreshing memories,
creating new adventures for his mind.
It was, he realised, not a faint sound.
Scent of a woman was the rush that blew his mind
No obstacles. no single haira slightly blushing, human pear.
tears.Suffering andshameful things.And remember,it all beganwithnothingbut dreamsand hope.You gave,though not your best,to reachyour lofty goals.Now it is timefor you,at lastto look into your mirrorand smile.
the living daylights out of meto set, she said my dark soul free.I had a younger brother too,when he was small he would turn bluethe doctor said he needed airmy Nanny, though would simply bareher ample bosom on one sidethen tell the boy to open wide.She was convinced and lectured othersthat something lacks in certain…
more thanfear itself.Much more.Billions spent,trillions sought,findinga cure.Soon,if you help.Getting evercloser,now almostthere,you simply musthelpto make itcome true,for you.Yet nineteenseventyfouras comparedto that fair yearjust passedshows that the fearis justifiedas ever.You seeno difference,just trillions spentin the pursuitof an elusivegaggle ofwild geese,but far to cleverand fed bypathetic ignoranceand human greed.
My hair is wet, my eyelids closed,Covered, coated, spared, my nose.My lips are rich, my mouth white rose.My breasts are mountains, frosted topsBelly a valley of snowy drops.My hips are ski slopes, warm and slickLegs are creamy without a nick.Within this milky way of dreams,Crème pour le corps, sweetened cream;The center spawns a molten stream,Its…
love made me blindand gave me feetto keep the pacethat you have set.I feel you, close,and as you walkyou turn as if to seethe one called me.It is the scentthe fragrant youthat helps my heartto smile and beatfor you, only for you.
