Dating : My Dearest Sweet Peach

Enticed, you feed my mind muted in slow motion.

I can imagine your puke as warm as your heart

Searching into your seaweed eyes I see a polluted ocean.

You happen to rebuke the storm of our art.

Swollen head weighing on broad shoulders

Hair uneven as the relationship we share,

Stolen, dismaying to our beholders.

Beware! The heathen grip, in despair.

Your stench, reeks of oily skin into my moist nostrils.

Pheromones latched onto my heart while you embrace me

Oh drench cheeks, runoff to your scaly chin. Who voice hostile,

Through bones mismatched you decay from the fruit of the poisonous tree.

My dearest sweet peach, you fill me.

I’m nearest and incomplete, refill my cup of tea!