The Creative Process

A young man stood

His head to a wall

Pulled back

Swung forward

And crushing his skull

Passerby cried

At this pitiful whelp

Folks tried to stop

To impede

Hell, just to help

He just smiled at them

His teeth a grisly mess

“Oh don’t mind me

I’m just an artist

And this painting, my best”

He mused “just a bit more

Then it will be done

Wait no

Not quite

I’ll erase this last one”

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Lip Service

The sweet taste

Dances upon my lips

Her lips part

Gentle

Inviting

Enchantress left me enthralled

Gasping for air

But far from coming up for more

I lavish her with tongue lashings

Adoring her every curve

As though sanctified

The soft give of flesh

And tense of muscles

All lead

To glorious crescendo