Under A Bohemian Moon

My hungry eyes drink in your intense looks, funny, tired, loaded My hungry mouth nibbles your lips, cushiony and sweet My hungry breasts suckle your seeking mouth, whisky and milk My hungry cunt devours your beautiful cock, its elegant curve wielded with finesse My hungry mind feasts on your words, your thoughts, cruel beautiful angry poet My hungry soul gulps the abyss – dark, extravagant, dangerous, divine My hungry heart sucks yours - lost, wounded too much pain in so little time

soft wrinkled faded with age do the words still have value though the page has been turned many a time do the rhythms still have rhyme is she all told old cold comfort in young arms mean her no harm to fall from above in love with youth and charm don’t be alarmed what i see in your eyes doesn’t mean that i’m wise only know what i’ve seen where i’ve been and your soul though it’s old is still young fresh and your flesh and mine will always mesh till the end of time

blue eyed lion roars through desert on black hawk plants paws firmly in sand protecting little weaverbirds eagle is helpless swallowed by own pride talons tear at self wings, throat shredded small desert lizards explode in most unexpected places turning weaverbirds into scarlet specks in sand lion rides hawk back to cave licks wounds and waits for night moon comes she brings no peace only momentary solace

or in other words, as that is already very much "czechlish" - NO PROBLEM BABY!!! Greetings gentle readers.. again my apologies for being lax in recording my experiences on this blog.. but the last couple of months have be rather busy.. falling love getting my heart broken not once but twice in one month... ah.. and both times it was beautiful.. the universe is handing me lessons on a silver platter... learn to let go.. no one is every yours.. you are the only one who belongs to you... and know what you want and never settle for less, we all deserve that. Oh and actually, love does conquer all. It just isn't a very good housekeeper! Spring is quickly becoming summer, as I prepare for a month long visit from my mom and try to make sure I have an income for the summer.. such is the life of an English teacher in Prague.. classes end and the Czechs go on a two month holiday.. well not completely, but everyone spends every weekend at their cottage and only tourists fill the c...