A Poem: The product of boredom.

[Celerich]

Yeah, i got bored, so i'm writing a poem as i type this. Woo.

We sit alone, no others in sight
Your mind wanders, of certain delight
My mind conjures evil schemes
And you're my victim, so it seems
Without warning, or any hint
I grab your ankles, which you happily lent
Assuming a massage, you dropped your guard
And to be honest, the ambush, it wasn't that hard
Your shoes and socks, they were set aside
No more defense, on which you relied
I quickly leap atop your legs
You catch on, and your mouth, it begs
But pleading now? It's far too late
And now you'll meet your laughy fate!
One finger, two finger, three finger, four
This tingling sensation, you can't ignore
Up the soles, and to the toes
Where to stop? Nobody noes!
minute by minute, hour by hour
Your torture continues and saps your power
Your drained now, and want to sleep
But this memory, i'll forever keep.

 

[Journia]

bravado.

 

[Celerich]

Danke. When i get bored, i write, be it poem or song. So, i figured maybe i'll start posting it here, for the sake of not feeling useless. 😛

 

[Journia]

Shame on tt for not looking at Celerich's work!