feed the masses

feed the world

like farmers

feed their livestock

feed the minds

with winds that

carry across oceans

feed the hunger

with the desire of

wolves

feed the peace

like it's the 1960's

feed humanity bull shit

like a disease

and vomit remains

dive in

pondering feelings

underneath a new world

facing challenges

like blue whales

crossing oceans

following a path

destined for surprise

the day has come

my heart open

lead me to dive

my fear will unveil

i impel myself

i'm prepared to thrive

no ultimatum

too steep

no waters

too deep

i confront the worst

head on

feet first

morning coffee

i awoke high

endorphinated on

spicy food and sex

jazz music creating a mood

it must be morning

my lower body

a distance of

about two feet from her

i smile

near to the floor

i sit back on the bed

my right leg

touching her right leg

i contemplate

early sun light

begins to brighten the room

thoughts of touching her

again i smile

she looks so sexy sleeping

her sweet fragrance fused

with fornicated air

i grow desirous

i get up out of bed

walk to the kitchen

craving oatmeal and strawberries

the black shirt

out in the open

my eyes suspended

looking beyond drift woods

humans roam like cattle

my mind

intrigue restless

ready for battle

the air the aroma

like roses

a walking distance

my mistress poses

short and sweet

my black shirt comes off

these fingers massage

and tickle her tenderly soft

where one works

one day dreams

the world as we know it

not at all what it seems

light saber grooves

a gallery of stars

tap dancing through

cosmic laughter

introspective beings bond

beyond fear

there after

a crystal glass of

pure combustion

sexy skin

enjoyed eruption

enjoyed

nonfictional saturation

emotional lust for things

real human wants

evolving sensations

a twitch of notion

a hunger for vice

lay out the loot

my life is right

cajun delight

a symphony of flavors

a masterpiece of taste

a spicy textured bite

the world will embrace

a colored spectrum of fresh produce

the smell of love from nose to eyes

my senses for jambalaya

will arise

a dish from the heavens up above

jambalaya forever

i'm in love