Prince of Wind
I am smiling as wide as the wind
with my drift being driven by the ever blowing gusts
like a subtle afternoon breeze touching gently
caressing lightly over my cheeks side by side
Listen as I pierce my words like a sword to your heart
almost always full blown with double spearhead edges
never minced nor swallowed and rarely filled with flowers
Now its your turn to lay all your lies onto me
as you spit on me with your sweet sugary lips
and let your tongue lick clean my swaying hips
I am letting my blushing cheeks
to be flooded with your bleeding tears
on the day of lost feeling and numbness aknocking
This is me in tasting the delectable nuances
of feeding on the pounding pulsating veins
and jabbing through uncharted virgin terrains
on a quest of mapping on contoured heightened senses
in drawing from invisible forces
evoking upon thousands of millions synaptic impulses
This is me laying still tying to chill
of me on the highest peak
arriving on my destined
royal state of highness
still smiling wide riding high with the wind
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