Confuse

Taking me by the hand
Forgetting what is my name
The past is a blur
My future hmm who knows
My eyes feel different the vision is a daze
Only few can understand
Pretending is a gift
The pain the familiar numb
My chains o my chains no one has a key
The den of evils has taken me
Admiring the dark what else is left to understand
Like I said only few can understand

I must say your conversation is not interesting  . What  do I got to do so we could start kissing. The only thing I want to learn from is your name
The only I want are your lips and hips.
Let's skip this boring introduction . Lets us go to that lonesome chamber the one the service any guest and pretend it’s ours tonight. Let me just feel the weight your body . Place my hand any part you want me to touch you. I never been great in reading people minds .

Sorry sometimes I get so lonely
My mind gets a bit naughty
All I got this lustful love to give
Sometimes I confuse those words .
In my raw desires I hide a long for affection
Don’t blame me if I hug threw the night.


Do you think I'm crazy ? Does my random mutter annoy you ?
why are you teasing me
Why are you keeping mouth silent
Why are you licking you lips like that
why do you keep looking at me with those eyes

She said “shh no more talking”

She was gone before delight

I like girls that wear
Band shirts
Low top chucks
And skinny jeans

That's turns me on.

Long talks about nothing

***** talks

With a touch of love

And I like to say I'll be a record you can play all day

I heard it throw grape vine
I heard it throw the bass line
That you were not mine

This happen every time
These thoughts play my mind
Are you the right girl
Why are you playing with my life

I heard it throw grape vine
I heard it throw the bass line
That you weren't mine

Now I sit here all alone
Just hitting these useless chords
To forget that girl who played me like a useless note

I'll teach you
If you teach me
I'll move
If you dance with me
On my way to love
But will it meet me .

He was a rebun pchous a diminutive fellow
a tail wagging nightmare on four legs
and at night he would howl and swoon
to the glow of a full moon

He was a sucker for a sad luck story
especially from that ***** flea ridden
and as she never said, she loved him not
till her own distortion, she was self consumed

Yet as baleen whales notice
she was no pocahontas
she was just another *****
as the dog flew to the moon


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris