My lizard king slithered into my dreams
His leathery skin drying & cracking open
So hot in the desert, seeking the fluid
Oasis ready to take in between my thighs.
As the ornament of his affections, the water
Cradles us as our bodies crest and we become
'Riders on The Storm' of unbridled passion
Deep and boldly hurdled against the stoned
Immaculate sturdy break wall holding us back.
In fervent passionate panic we loose ourselves
Smashing our heads and bodies but floating
Coldly up to the waters' surface bleeding like
The Indians did all over the highway. Lizard
King murmurs 'my eyes have seen you' This
Beautiful soul asks with great pride in ego to"Please blind me."
Much of our traffic coming together, quickens
between sand, asphalt, dirt, shells and waves
Lizard King sees 'The Crystal Ship', boldly he
Yells to a naval officer who once had duty to
'Light My Fire', gives it to Mo Jo Risin, and
He dives right into the awaiting cavern.
The naval officer does not see the shore of
Moonlight Bay as Mo Jo Risson 'n me conspire
On freedoms shore dancing to 'The Ghost Song'.
Fornicating, confiscating, loves eternal flame, we
Stare into the dawn sky 'waiting for the sun' that
Can begin to start drying and cracking Lizard King's
old worn leather again.
My Lizard King leans forward at yet another chance
For bliss with one more stolen kiss and whispers
"I Love you" under the 'Indian Summer' sky as he
takes His final toke to say goodbye and face, 'The End'.
Copyright © 7/7/2008 at 12:50am Erica I. Hidvegi
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Comments: 18
a wonder, Erica.
i'll be back again.
and again.
Steve
10 4 u