last night

last night winged up things..a bottle of Heineken and few dotted condoms..
I can`t explain the pain of the orgy..the fused up masturbation
the stripped black bra of yours with metal studs by my side..
I am sick of mixing women`s tear with bear..
the marijuana joints and the puffed up cigarettes butts..
my dopey eyes..my hands are hooked to the chakra of your bra,,
your fondling and kisses brings me warmth
the demon in me is caressing the flesh and your voluptuous boobs..
a tit for the fucking twat..
essence of obscurity..
I passed down..
your are not the one with whom i can fancy a chat now..
I am so out of love and so filled with lust
herbicidal essence cumed with sexual fiend
a vagina beeps and rebooting like a bloated up cherry
the bonding to be a sane guy is organismic
the uptempo`s and hiccups at the speed of magazine..
I am so fucking dissipated like the smoked up marijuana