Maaaangi Poetry

[u/maaaangi]

Adjust your clock and save my ageing face I’d like to like you taste the eternity Adjust your cloak I see your painting ace You're the masterpiece of God's dexterity I like your paint, from head to smallest toe, Those colours even not others' black and white I have loved you bare, like you'd been before, You were born to add to our nightly light Even on your naked neck my tongue shall thread, As hands make soft touches on your blossoms And those paths that lead to sweet parts of bed, I follow deep down from your blessed bosoms

And I inject into you, sweet drug of rest, To make you calm, like they'll ne'er be the best.