On A Sunny Afternoon (An Erotica)

Exhausted from the frustration of being bored,
I went to the beach for the waves and its white horses.
Since it was not a holiday, the picnickers were only a
handful.
I was drinking in the sight when an angel in bikini walked
right out of the sea.
With perfect body curves, enticing breasts, an enchanting
smile and a bronze skin that shone with the afternoon sun -
she was out of this world.
Her hair danced to the rhythm of the waves when she tilted
her head backwards to shake water off her hair.
She was so stunning that suddenly, everything else became
insignificant.
I found myself walking up to her and on getting to my
desired destination,
I took her into my arms - for she willingly gave herself up -
and devoured her lips.
I lay her down on the wet sand without a care in the world
and helped her off her brassiere.
My hands felt perfect on her bristols and
I felt her bullets pointed right at me.
I undid the strap of her panties, cast it aside, and open up
her legs.
I slid two fingers into her main orifice and stroked her 'g-
spot' as her body rocked to the passion.
She let out a gasp as I ram my rod into her glory hole.
She moaned and squeaked as I embarked on the blissful
heavenly ride.
But, alas, my adventure was cut short as a swift wave kiss
brought me back from oblivion to reality.
I found myself staring at nothing.

Looking Out

Rice Or Lice,
Dice Or Surprise,
As Long As We Keep Our House In Order,
And Look Out For One Another,
We'll Help Prevent Unnecessary Sufferings,
That Have Made Our "Vale Of Tears" Towering.
For We All Are One In Nature;
Changing That Will Require More Than Suture.
For A Healthy Life, We Should Always Clean The Tiles,
And People, We Can Do Without The Lies.

Voices

In my head, voices:
Outpours, vibrations,
Locked in unison.

In my head, voices:
Melancholy hymns,
Animated memes.

In my head, voices:
A dance-all ringtone,
A lover's "hello!"

In my head, voices:
Sharapova's squeaks,
Soldier X's dark scream.

In my head, voices:
An ambulance's siren,
Lennon's Imagine.

The Moon

Rising majestically from beneath the clouds,
To accentuate the beauty of the sky,
With a yellow light that transcends the vicinity,
And glowing like the light of a million bulbs.
If anyone ever ask you what this is,
Tell them, it is 'Night's Groom'.

The Wajetis' Lord's Prayer

Our father in the sky,
Praise be unto you.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done below, as above.
Give us this day our private jets.
And forgive us our crimes, as we forgive those who don't pay their tithes.
And lead us not into damnation,
But shield us from the Eagle's eye.
For yours are the institutions that spins out the dough.