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Visualize your Pipture Perfect canvas stretched all over my frame, isn’t the thought alone insane, being pounded by GOD with a heavenly mallet in hand, shape shifting us in synch, stapling the Queen tightly drummed unto the King, forever is always the intent, ain’t Love intense, it doesn’t recognize the word can’t, my Earth; I can see the Galaxies in your lens, you’re Heaven sent, fresh like a peppermint, your presence is a present, how excellent is your excellence, thy scent is exuberant, a whiff of your sweet fragrance activates parts of my brain that’s been dormant all of my existence, dopamine’s in my blood stream rushing, from the curved spots that I’m touching, caressing, senses heighten, lips locking, your taste; magnificent, the epitome of extraordinary, this sensation’s got my mind bent, don’t take this for some hyperbole, if only you could see what I’m facing, arise and shine the cock’s crowing, slow down Sun be patient, don’t end this night abruptly I’m trying to savor this moment, but her melody & beauty is so distracting–think, well it’s breakfast time take a break and eat something, just after a few bites she snatched my plate away without asking, grabbed the shaft of my paint brush and started back stroking, hands stretched, I looked at her aghast; she winks, with a Pipture Perfect smile on her face, I’m ready to blast, I grin, omg I can’t, too much tension, I’m free falling, a cat burglar, she stole my heart that instant, alarms blaring, assailant STOP, freeze perp, hands up don’t move, she didn’t listen, went for hers and I went for mines, we’re gun blasting, double homicide, caught up in the rapture. Selah
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“Pipture Perfect” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2014, All Rights Reserved
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I’m Pharaoh Pip, I'm a syndicated blogger for Witish. I’ve been writing pretty much all of my Life, everywhere that I've gone, all that I’ve seen, things that I’ve heard, things that I've experienced, felt and thought of--all goes in to my writing process. I’m constantly writing and jotting down ideas & concepts in my head, a lot of that data is stored for long periods of time before they ever turn into rhythmic words in a sentence. Therefore the process of writing is always therapeutic for me; to get those things off of my chest into existence is like sharing my WiFi connection with you, that’s why my writings are somewhat all over the place subject matter wise. I don’t consider myself the quote end quote this type of writer, that only writes this type of way, I just like to write from the heart. What ever God puts on my Spirit the heaviest, I write about. Selah