I walk along the soft edges of your eye lids in checkered patterns.
Look inside the irises to watch you set the sun.
So you can see the moon, make love to the deep blue sea, your favorite adult film.

Your eyes glisten as the rays begin to brush the surface , slowly rippling the calm entity of its existence.
Slowly caressing , slowly building up.

You get comfortable as waves begin to kiss the pale in the sky, slowly reaching, filling craters.

But the moon, love hungry tonight begins to penetrate the deep, touching places no man has ever touched, beyond the subtle foreplay of the Titanic tragedy, it teased on the very first date.

The moon , taking charge, thrusting, penetrating deeper, rewriting the story of cupids only dream.

And you can’t help but feel the splash of lust, the mist that overpowers.

You pleasure yourself through the night, delicately, rough, climatic as the moon and the ocean do to each other.

But the sun will rise soon.

The moon runs away, the ocean washes the sweat and scent of the moon off its surface.
It welcomes back the sun from a hard day’s work with a kiss and a hug.

Kind of like when you welcome me back with a kiss and a hug…
But it doesn’t explain why you always smell like shampoo and toothpaste?….


*i know now i have to be somewhat good, to not let my brother down but i cant promise i'll live up to his poetic brilliance*