Sucka for Love
By: Cormoran Lee
Tags: Letting Go, Late Night Thoughts, Free Verse, Expression, Love And Sex

01:00am freestyling

I thought that you should know.

You’re my 5 seconds rule.

Still eat you.

Where did you go round and round, pound for pound?

Down on the floor.

Couchsurfing on your sofa while you’re out the door pretending poor on double queen sized dead king, smooth sheets, clean, folded, but there is a strange stain of who knows who what did we do.

Still, so sweet.

Papaya seeds, African music, honey licking, expanding nipples and eyelids.

Sweet sweet sweet.

I am addicted to you.

Can’t work, won’t work, don’t work.

I am here for you.

Nowhere for me.

I can make you.

You can make me.

Like that, like that, like that, like that.

Are you there?

Still there?

Hold on me.

F*ck me this rhythm is taking over.

Tomorrow my morning train, thinking of you.

Double espresso.

To get me to go.

Get through.

Get me through.

Another minute.

Without you.

Think it out, out of space, my mind is licking headset dreams of lost lyrics trying to connect to lost links of who knows, not me, no you, miss you boo.

Ghost, ghostbusting in the metro.

Graffiti pic, I send you over.

You say it’s yours, I say I know.

I stopped to question you the last time I Aftershock Cinnamon your lower lip, gotta stick, get stuck.

Sucka for love.

You got me.

You got me now.

And the sex is amazing.

But I think you got me.

Do you know where you left the remote control to stop time?

Because I really want to pause this moment and swallow you whole like a lost anaconda in the rivers of doubt, my Amazonian girl.

You’re gold, through the mud, I find your phone, cheating on me.

F*ck you please.

I love you.

02:00am free f*cking

Tell me how you’re feeling.

I must dot the sentences today.

Because I see what you do and I don’t see what I feel.

Here is some coffee mixed with wine because we have poco tiempo tiny time to chew this romance, like this life is slipping away, oily palms, rubbing cheeks, hasty licks of golden retriever, finding your believer, me.

I’ll keep it cool if you keep me hot.

Heart-conditioning sweating in your wings flying with no insurance.

Crashing faster than wishing later to regret and find a letter of warranty that was never meant to be used when strings are attached to rules and blues of this old scratching album we’re dancing to.

Free-verse.

Free-sex.

Hot poetry falling off the window.

Delivery girls, delivery boys.

Pizza toys.

Pretending to enjoy.

Barbie dolls I recruit to bed since you’re asleep.

Just when I knocked after 2 beers in my throat I don’t know what I want but maybe just want to penetrate comfort food, brain food, I switch you on with the news I was reading to say I was informed with the things that would happen to you while I happen to save you, superman, no worries darling just call me schmerling so I could get stuck in your flock of fake butterflies I spread on my yesterday’s bread.

Forget whatever I said.

I just want to show you how I feel.

This thunder between us.

How to channel this frequency?

No one makes me feel the way you do.

I just want to love you now.

Every time you fall for these words like my 5 seconds rule.

You eat me, black chocolate exported from white Africa.

Why did it take you so long to find the free-labor-organic-nonfat-hashtag-findyourlovewhenthingsgettangeledevenmygrammerlygetscunfusedandimean just trying to f*ck you before I pass away to swipe another hey and forget about the day I met this sad face wanting to sex and get it right in the moonlight you say na ah ah ah to my repetitive lyrics, you say I am not original enough to make you come.

Come to work, oh, you’re turning to work.

Can I resign and still get the benefits of being fired.

Makes me run in circles and fall back to spoil your toes with wind blows while I snore under your endless chores.

To love myself, my greatest labor I just can't fulfill so please just hire another human, robot, nanny to f*ck me when you grow our mutual baby, when I am out this twin buildings turning to dust, oh sorry I know this has been heavy on your heart, I just can’t have twins rise and fall to whatever form of life which puts me in danger to end mine.

Sunday night, Am I blow-jobing right the last night of this passing week?

Passover, Easter island had no chance to thrive when hunger was more alive than endless stone figures of primitive posts that had only one follower, the king of nowhere.

Show no love show no love show no love.

The place you’ve never been.

Nice to meet you no one. minced meet, nice greet to drip drop another crop of thoughts I might just let it go.

And go, let it go and fall asleep.

It’s time to go.

Go with time.

Privacy in the Western Wall with brother penguins where both genders alienated from evolutionary hormones, degrading chances to find balance of rights to express a person’s boom chakalaka boom chakalaka.

Pu$$y power, naaaa forget about that.

We’re all pretending to be praying but actually masturbating when no one is watching us in these filthy holy toilets of foreign Gods. Friendly doggy style under the curtains of paid privacy in locked gates of further times when we will be grown-ups. UPS soul delivery for free when you pick yourself up by the forgetful soul that escaped your unused body.

I bet you think this verse is about you.

What the hell is verse, is all about you and our sex dancing naked to our favorite song when Tinder is turned off and our not hearts but melting foolish smiles are just falling apart, biting tongues and forgetting about this whatever night we were supposed to be taking a flight to Japan when World War 2 was over and tea was sponsored by bamboo rapping karate monks that leave no footprints, no marks, exactly what I like.

Ass bite.

Make me rain.

Make me cry for your money, whatever currency you beg for me to give and forgive my mistakes that I never seem to learn and take into consideration to quit mind-manipulation of please just don’t wake the babies.

I just have to wake up and nurture this empty pages of paper airplanes.

I just want just want just wannnnnnnnnnnnna press you against the wall with my lost macho energy to fill your womb with a gentleman bomb.

Young and married.

How did I become so heavy when all I wanted was to be happy.

Across the floor, sliding oh I remember.

Lessons for free, now it’s just a fading memory.

When the baby is crying.

Creeping in the bedroom, the corner of the lightroom I try to edit this video we live in but the hard-drive ran out of space to contain the mess so a full-spit-half-split took place.

Numb.

We’re all numb.

In French, it might be funnier to say this to ourselves especially when we don’t know the language.

Your half face was enough now that I am frustrated and getting hated by the next moment can I regret or is it too late to fill up my lungs when I feel alone?

Kiss me, French kiss-me now with dashes and exclamation marks or whatever you want because I have to feel something again so give me what you’ve got.

Fill my ears with your whispers I just want to feel you, tell me something and then shut up and lick my being and save me and save you and surf us.

Can we just surf and surf and surf and surf and surf and fall and get up and get up but no babies please take your pills because I must get back to work with the last bus I shouldn’t have taken and stay with you and to get another minute of surfing because the beat for you doesn’t let me sleep when I try to beat this quick form of tick the box of breaking the habit of being something I am not. Monster. I think I see a monster.

Free verse, free curse, free bless to feel me and fill the gaps of what wasn’t shouldn’t be sound like claps of Medium members, confused and loving free-claps to increase followers but I am going to bang your brain and make your eyes turn blind until you would escape to read candy poetry when I go back to cuddle, just one second when I inflate my instant loving, girlfriend flagging some unfamiliar colors of wishes, f*ck, what does she want since we already f*cked, I missing clues of what else can I does oh just checking my grammar is being fixed automatically so I won’t be fined by the robotic regulation of quality and deadly for free spirits writing free verse in reverse just to confuse the algorithm and try to breath your shampoo, oh I just want to fall asleep in your favorite shampoo. I just need half of your face, a minimalist I would call myself at times because your accent actually makes my heart laugh Maria Maria I call you today to play spinning worlds of you another you so you can act your wild thoughts with you’re with me. Oh just falling asleep in your perfumed hair. Oh just that.

Oh your dirty sweat mixed with wet sand.

Oh take this hand now before I get annoyed by the sunset we wanted to brand in our story but your smile did the hard-working deep cleaning but stumbling into trust problems when you think I am just a playboy. Just too many nights, too many justs.

I promise you, you’re special, and she is too.

But you.

You’re the best.

Is it a test?

Still, still chasing you to be stumbling into the same verb when I am trying to forget the last sentence to allow a new phase.

Granted canyon of grand nylon, do you really crave this condom safety to keep the babies out even if we’re just making up to perhaps can we oops a commitment or….

Don’t know what you’re still, still.

Oh you dance because you feel you, do you, real you.

Girl I want you to be you when I all want is you.

You’re so freaking beautiful when you’re yours.

We’ve gotta go now.

Under the radar, under the sheets, under the single bed we’re sleeping together because together we’re not complaining.

I’m yours, I’m close.

And It’s true.

I like you.

Just like you.

When you like me.

Spiritual success, I shake off my shoulders and dance for you with thoughtful-less-bless-bliss-bullshit intentions of whatever spontaneous acts.

I am not an actor, no, no way, just playing because it’s playing time and you happen to be my playmate. It’s our date.

No, I cannot edit free-styling-free-versing-free-loving.

I just want to love you.

Baby don’t go.

Imma sucka for love.

Your love.

03:00am free falling………in love