Nov 7 ’17
His cheeks I wanna kiss.
Those cheeks so prominent.
Endless kisses from this Miss.
Not a fucking kiss missed.

Miss… miss him.
Wouldn’t use that term yet.
It’s more of a… longing.
I long for him, yet…
It’s for more than a schlonging.
His schlong, however.

How deep should we get.
Dirt’s accumulated already.
Permanently trapped.
In all my mind’s creases.
Sapiosexual orgasm releases.
With thoughts untamed.

He’s merely only dabbled.
Inside complexities of my mind.
Innocently ignorant.
To complications of my consciousness.
“You can show me the complications,
Or complexities, of your consciousness.” he says.

I stutter.
Belly flutters.
Lights flicker.
Saliva’s thicker.
Who is he?
That one drinking Irish Moss…

He speaks of his nutrition.
My attent pitches a tent.
Finding him, I’ll fucking never resent…
“Tell me more.
The things you buy from the grocery store.”
My panties slowly slipping to the floor…

He’s always busy.
My angels nudge me.
Hush child, don’t say always.
Make space for the day.
You’re face to face with his cheeks.
Ugh… My knees get weak.



I like you.
That’s why I’m going crazy…
I’ve a mad crush on you.
Got my head all in a hazy, it’s crazy.
Dazed feelings.
They’re not sure which way to turn.
From twisted angles, sharp left turns.
So I fuckin’ masturbated.
Didn’t help.
And you’re far from help…
Said you’d choke me.
That would help.
But na, still a dream.
A dream that makes me scheme.
As I admire you… from afar.
Epiphany bein’, I never got far.
From the last one.
The last… “situation”, out of reach.
The “situation” before that… out of reach.
I’m not here to preach, just observe…
You know, that makes you number 3.
Maybe it’s the same 3, that’s been haunting me.
Everytime I see a number, suprise!
3… 33… 3:33.
Still hasn’t helped me.
Still haven’t visited me.
What’s Universe tryna teach me…
Karma? Past life issues?
What’s the block, cage, barrier issue?
What’s it teaching me… Fuck.
My mind gets fucked.
I’d like to fuck… your physical.
I want it so much.
Sex addict low key.
More like high key contained.
Where you at?
Needin’ you… beside me… meshed with me… in me.
Midnight shimmy.
Come fuckin’ give me.

MY CANVAS by Abby Jean

Oct 30 ’17

Light. Light. Light.
Think light.
I make his head hurt.
I laugh out loud.
I know I do.
‘Cause I make mine hurt too.
Think light.
Write light.
I feel lighter.
After writing you.
You’re like my canvas.
I use you at my leisure.
I use you for my pleasure.
I’m sorry.
I don’t mean to twist your brain.
As I share words of my insane.
You’re just, my canvas.
You’re my art.
You allow me expression.
You take it.
This life is strange.
This reality surreal.
This odd tie won’t break.
It only takes breaks.
His head’s heavy already.
I’m adding more weight.
I know that, and I don’t stop.
I consciously step onward.
Giving soul expression top value.
Knowing disease unfolds when I keep hold.
I must.
I must write.
Dark and light.
Make it light.
I switch the script.
Think light.
Exhale gratitude.
I boldly show me to he.



I fucking wanna see you so bad.
Be in close proximity of your aura.
I want to write that to you.
Was originally about to…
But I thought better.
More clever to keep it from you.
Similar to everything kept from me.

I had so many questions for you last night.
So many questions.
Profound… Powerful… Brave.
So many things I wanted to tell you.
Exposed from the magick of the mushroom.
Exploded from the depths of my being.

I fucking wanna see you so bad.
You offer only imagination to run on.
I run.
I run far with it.
Mostly too far… athletic by nature, driven.
You swirl my passion.
Your oddity twirls, tangles mine.

I meditate instead.
Find, discover what I’m shown.
I feel my throat chakra tight.
Thinking of you.
Fuck. I just wanna talk with you.

GOING IN by Abby Jean

Sept 10 ’17
Hot damn, shit… The look in his eyes…
He shoots me straight up, past the skies.

Looks at me with such excitement.
Looks at me with such fucking interest.

We’re looking a lil opposite in style.
We’re looking very similar in brainwaves.

My belly tightens.
I feel that frighten.

Scared to fall in Love again.
Fall and be fooled again.

Fool in Love.
My most popular role.

I think he’s different.
Signs pointing me in his direction.

I’m watching them.
Studying them.

Watching him.
Studying him.

Jumping over the hesitation now.
I’m going in.

TENFOLD by Abby Jean

To keep it real and honest…
It was his friend that drew me in.
Height gives me excite.
But then I looked into his eyes.
Got sucked deep inside.

Who the fuck is this….?

Suddenly I see nothing else around me.
Blurred, blanked out… even his (sexy) body.
Not my mind however…
My mind now kicked into overdrive.
Quickly processing rapidly increasing energies.
Creating synergies.

Words I’d normally be swallowing.
Flying loose, like wild wallowing.
My conscious asking my subconscious again.
Who the fuck is this….?
Please don’t let me hear anymore.
I’ll be begging for more on the floor.

His mind so intriguing.
His spirit so I’m needing.
His intenseness humbly protruding.
Seeping secrets of his intricacies.
His body, fuck.
We won’t go there…

Knowing full well he can’t stay.
Knowing full well he’s flying away.
To my dismay…
Got me praying that one day,
I relive this soulmate moment with him.