i like things without form

i might destroy him with soft lips and light fingers share sweet pieces of where jaw meets neck and neck meets shoulder i would draw him a map with long legs and silken arms only to leave him lost among the curves press against him until i can feel how parched his insides are i could be like a new thing to a young boy fascinating like a shadow creeping across bare skin when the day surrenders to the night so wide eyed and wondered i want him at his coldest and devoid of reason if a flame had pity for the moth it would be me for consuming him blinded by this flame




....I honestly think there should be no rules. I never write with form, usually either void of punctuation, or littered. If there is form in something I write its usually for a reason. Either with or without punctuation, proper grammer, capitals, what ever is there or isnt is a secret little code. Its certainly not the way to be published or noticed, but for the things that spill from my mind it makes sense to me. brain pellets. heehee.