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love drug.

once upon a time love grew like a seed deep down in the roots of my bones. twisting and curling through every vein and vessel. crawling its way into every organ. the syrupy-sweet venom of a blooming wild-flower sticks its way up and out of my esophagus dripping past my lips and creating a balm of pheromones that caress my lips. leaves of wild ivy drag their lazy roots through the atrium of my mind and into the deepest alcoves, dropping new seeds and blossoms and waves and waves of euphoric bliss. tingling from my fingertips to my nose seeing colours that feel and touch and taste. and intensity of pure clarity-- the world is at peace of mind, body, & soul. ringing in my ears, only to be identified as the singing of a thousand angels, calling out my name. teaching the romance of souls and speaking the sensations of love. whispers of silken ash cascade through my hair and burn against my skin. leaving hot wires to wriggle through my nerves and dance in my navel like african butterflies. unconcious concentration on the universe that is suddenly so incredibly detailed, so miraculously inscribed, wonderously curious... experiencing the connection between entity to entity; the utopian intimacy between the two, life itself seems unbearably echo-less without. fogginess seeps its way into the corners of the oh-so-clear vision-- and by the tips of the mist reality becomes the only reality. a sigh sneaks its way through my beeswax lips and tickles the tips of another mouth, the invitation is still hiding in the spore that lays behind my eyes.. i drink in the memory often. by cara ©2008
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  sketchy — Page created: 23 October 2008
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