My Little Hentai

The way we move is freestyle
We are lyrical in our hands-held
Our bodies touch spiritually!

We are a coming together
Of natural opposites
I am hard and heavy

You are wet and light
My hands mould to your
Curves, with iron-quickness

Sending quivers through your spine
Our art is holy love-making
Your breasts know my palms

Like midnight friends, in a field
Where we play in our shared bed
Our talent is in rocking

We craft our own bed-tricks
Like hungry composers of the night
For what we do is our shared ecstasy

And I am not inspired to finish
What you inspire so easily in me
But I invest years in the craft

Of knowing how to please your body
As if it were an extension of your spirit
I kiss you repeatedly until

You are all wet, like a cell ready
To find its collective destination
The way we move is freestyle

Our lips dance upon the tip
Of the moment, our flesh trickling
With the urgency of loving blood

That wraps itself around so tenderly
Like a baby-haiku, our hips meet
For the remedy, of an embattled day

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Mythology Agonized

In the end, all that could be said
Stuck to the top of my mouth
My heart leapt

And fell back somewhere
Lost in the back of the Sun!
In the end, I still think of you

Like the pain of hurting
That never leaves, an end
That keeps repeating

And when they are ours
Fleeting hours that I know
You never think of me

For heaven wasn’t there
It was mine, my heart that broke
And will in a way, forever forego

The pleasures of being light & frolic
In my muscles, tense
There is a breath that never

Learned to let go, naked
With your face in my vision
On lost roads where you

Became my Goddess, agonized
Destined to be a mythical tragedy
In my spirit’s most unquiet hours.

Pictured: The beautiful Faye Wong, check out her Mandarin songs on youtube, she has a voice of silk. Wáng Fēi

Radiate Autistica

Nobody ever called me Sunshine
Like a recluse I endured
The sound of solitude
The place where love

Meets alienation, dear alienation
A Nation where I had myself
Like an autistic poet
Mumbling in the social dark

With a longing gone unsatisfied
For the friends I never made
I am not sorry for my soul
For it can live a thousand times

But for a message of the
Humblest of moods, I bid thee goodnight
Nobody ever called me Sunshine
Like a sophist of the imagination

I swallowed deep, the sense
Of this was how I was, an existence
Private was all that I held dear
Strikingly anonymous, lonely and profound

I bore my grief with gentleness
I never excited anyone too much
My presence didn’t light
Your brightest smile, my smiles

Were invisible, as if for books
The light in my eyes was pure
It was a shadowy room
To be an island unto oneself

I’m tired though, of being
Overly familiar with myself.
Without too much joy, pride or
The feeling of being free.

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Utopia of Perfectness of Subjectivity

Heaven is the deepest Mind
When all is dissolved
Galactic center, site-of-the-Architect

There I may recover
There I may be reborn
It is not for me to say if we are

Of Spiritual capacity, we all possess
A soul, something akin to a spirit
With or without adequate desire

Subliminal and Superconscient spark!
So look no further, than inside
That wish-well of subjectivity

Maker of eternal myths, reincarnated
From some collective-mind, again!
Heaven is a quantum space

Where we are all connected
Unity beyond nerve, intelligence behind cell
Purest posture of steady love

That Never bends, but bends all!
So let your soul seesaw, like a Dove
Through the invisible door, it does not

Want Oxygen, does not need wealth there
Its blood is comic, its empathy is perfect
So give yourself a soul, consummated
Let it bloom, for once in your life.

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