Limp

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You’re tiring of me

Quick as quick

I can already feel the limpness in your dick.

What a pity. What a shame.

The fire between us , isn’t eternal flame.

So, so sad. So, so tragic.

That I can no longer work my magic.

‘Treat you mean and keep you keen’?

A kick to the guts? A jab to spleen?

Must I really become a shard

In order for you to get hard?

Screw it. Let this thing end

Before we are no longer friends.

(c) Slumpless

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Humming Bird

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Be careful with me

I have a heart that knows no limits

A soul that will search for embers in every cavity of you

Long after the fire dies out.

Be careful.

Because it has already begun

That gentle drum

Louder and faster

Until it hums and I float mid-air

Waiting for your nectar.

Don’t play with light

If you can’t take the glare.

Careful lover. Careful.

I have a bellyful of you but I still want more.

(c) Slumpless

Lapse

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Did you notice when it finally quit?

Even just a little bit?

You must have felt a chill?

Slightly ill?

Maybe you were lighter around the shoulders

Springier of step?

Relief perhaps?

When my love for you finally lapsed.

I know I felt lighter but no chill for me.

The heat I emitted was finally free.

To light my soul and eyes again

To stop its searching for an uninhabitable den.

Those months of wasted yearning

Those endless nights of fuel-less burning

Are over now. I will disarm

My love for you

Will no longer keep you warm.

(c) Slumpless

Blow me

Blow me.

Blow me out. 

Just keep exhaling. 

You know we’re failing.

Do it. Until I am no more than a distant mist.
I’ll turn to cloud and then to rain.

Either way I’ll end up in a drain.

But maybe just maybe..

I will fall in a stream.

Or end up in someone’s soaking dream. 

So blow me. Blow me well.

Because your breath is purgatory but your lungs are hell.

(C) Slumpless

Half-ass Bad-ass

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You’re not really a rebel, are you?

With your skull tattoos and lost soul vibe.

You sit on a bike that you can’t  ride

You smoke pot all the time so you can’t drive.

You walk with a swagger but have no sway

Your ridiculous stories give you away

Your ‘live in the moment’ constant retort

Although you really do nothing of the sort.

You like heavy-metal fine.. ok

You over insist that you’re not ‘gay’

You’re mean though

I’ll give you that.

Shut me out of life

Make me feel like a twat.

You’re a rebel without a reason

I committed no crime or treason.

I wanted you and that was all

Your worst crime was to pretend to fall

You’re full of crap and rather crass

You’re really not a good.. bad-ass.

(c) Slumpless

Follicle

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You are tied to me at just the tip

While you wave in the sky

The root of you is always with me

In me.

So flow in the wind

Because in the end you won’t fly away.

You won’t split

You will stay.

(I hope)

(c)Slumpless

 

Glycerin Love

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Your glycerin love washes over me

I’m in a lather

A right palava

Soaked to the bone with your sudsy desire

Wet but no fire.

I’m bubbling at the skin

Living in soapy sin.

You slip and slide

Giving me hope

Soap on a rope

A leash.

But with every rub and scrub

Every wallow and soak

You fade.

(c) Slumpless