All I Wanted to do
oleh Dea Rokhmatun Iradewa
I didn’t want to gruesomely blind you; ripping apart
your eyeballs like ninepins from their fabulously
elastic sockets,
All I wanted to do was share your astonishingly
gorgeous sight; immortally become the stupendously
grandiloquent jewel of your eyes….
I didn’t want to ruthlessly massacre your lips;
pulverizing their pungent softness to infinitesimal
bits of morbidly stinking ash,
All I wanted to do was share your splendidly
rejuvenating smile; immortally become the
compassionate wave that enveloped your lips…
I didn’t want to assassinate your mind; disintegrating
each element of your fantastically fathomless mind; to
pathetically thirsty desert sands,
All I wanted to do was share your everlasting ocean of
fantasy; immortally become the sacrosanct dream that
fulminated tirelessly in your glorious brain…
I didn’t want to savagely chop your palms;
barbarically decimating your fingers to blend with
inconspicuous specks of insipid dust,
All I wanted to do was share your immaculately
philanthropic benevolence; immortally become the
destiny lines of your sacrosanct palms…
I didn’t want to diabolically steal the blanket of
happiness perpetually lingering in your soul; reduce
you to a worthlessly ghoulish ghost hovering around
the corpse,
All I wanted to do was share the exhilarating cheer
deluging your senses; immortally become the benign
goodness; besieging every contour of your majestic
countenance…
I didn’t want to slice your tongue; tyrannically pull
out each iota of your mouth to coalesce with rotting
junkyards outside,
All I wanted to do was share the overwhelmingly
insatiable euphoria in your sound; immortally become
the ingratiatingly captivating melody of your voice…
I didn’t want to treacherously maim you; ruthlessly
devastate your heavenly feet to countless fragments of
cripplingly orphaned coal,
All I wanted to do was share the humanitarian tenacity
in your legs; immortally become the path of sagacious
righteousness; on which your soles forever tread….
I didn’t want to starve you to unprecedented limits;
satanically evicting even the most minuscule iota of
food from your robustly titillating stomach,
All I wanted to do was share the blossoming newness
sprouting enchantingly in your belly; immortally
become the poignantly crimson blood that cascaded
merrily through your veins….
I didn’t want to pugnaciously pluck your rubicund
ears; ferociously bludgeon your daintily dangling
lobes to squelch them to disastrously baseless pulp,
All I wanted to do was share the marvelously tinkling
reverberations that enslaved your inherently
embellished ears; immortally become the harmoniously
blissful voice that you always heard; all day and
stringent night…
I didn’t want to lethally poison your heart;
gruesomely bombard your impeccably pristine chest to
capricious puffs of smoke; and horrifically shattered
stone,
All I wanted to do was share your passionate inferno
of romantically seductive desire; immortally become
the glorious love; invincibly incarcerated in each of
your turbulently royal beats…
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