women are... fuck it i can say it better this way.

The accumulation of hurt


She wears white’s innocence.
Pure as an Eden spring’s stream.. she seems.
She is sweet. Tastes of tongues and sweet dew..
She is pink and lost in the stir my dreams.. A swelling.. Sweating.. moist, and pink ignorant eye.. Shut.
She smells of unfiltered truth… or is it a refined lie..
My nostrils’ prevarication..
The petals perfume of perfect poison.
Her dress is an ethereal.. Inexperienced.. Flesh colored honesty.
A costume? The sunglasses and wigs that hides a hive of cryptic smiles..
The incognitos are yelling in yellow.. Starving for stares..
Black stars in night sky..
And cryptic smiles..
Acidic smells of orange-quartered slices of secrecy..
Her bubbled giggles sting.
My flesh castle becoming stone..
The halo of hurt hugs my heart.. Until it hardens..
The lies.. Those lies!
They hang and become fangs of self-preservation..
You live.. I die..

neptoon...outtie

(flesh colored missle buzzes byeee)