Senile
March 23, 2008 at 5:59 am (Uncategorized)
tell it to this famished fire
there is still a fountain beneath those parted lips
i have dug with mine before
the youth in you
that tongue- tamed and sometimes wild
endured our beating- the lashing
in the fountain
we played master and slave
deep into the crevasse
there is that water-in-the-well
i once drank it all down
like an arid desert, i preyed
we sketched our souls through these lips
and your mouth i crave
lest old age devour our youth
i paint the days
–little lioness; 14october06, 8:33 pm
Musidora said,
March 24, 2008 at 3:59 pm
master and slave? hmmm. *whapaaak!*
you feed on the old and senile… ;p
‘we sketched our souls through these lips
and your mouth i crave
lest old age devour our youth
i paint the days”
yes, to the virgins, make most of your time… ;p let us live.
wenggat said,
April 9, 2008 at 12:24 am
hahaha. gather ye rosebuds while ye may
Musidora said,
April 20, 2008 at 1:57 pm
I came. I saw. I did them all.
wenggat said,
April 21, 2008 at 4:22 pm
is that your veni, vidi, vici, veni, veni, veni? lol.
Musidora said,
April 27, 2008 at 7:34 am
Oui!!
i came. they came. everyone came. 
wenggat said,
April 27, 2008 at 8:29 am
that sounds like an orgy. hmmm…
Musidora said,
April 27, 2008 at 11:16 am
eat-all-you-can buffet =)