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Nourish her flower.
Teach it how to bloom.
Allow the scent of her femininity
to fill the room.
A touch, your only tool. Drive her crazy, make her feel like a fool. Keep your cool. Make it a case, while you Kim and Mary her. Touch her, tease her. Do everything to please her. Your name becomes her rhythm, watch her flow. Tina her and turn her, make her proud and call Mary her. Freeze her mind, and stutter your tongue. She's sprung. Can't get enough, I dare her to try and play tough. My trigger. She slithers. Body like a snake, her screams I will take, make her body shake. It's an earthquake! An explosion of her love all over my face. She likes it nasty. A little ******, always remaining classy. I like it when she's sassy. It's mine; she knows it. So when her body goes into that little fit, I shift. Licking my lips, complete with satisfaction. Turn her into pieces just to put the fraction back together. She knows only I, can make her wetter. ****, she better.
Yeah, right. No wrongs, just lost sight. Skies clear up and dust settles. Played smoother than the piano, I remember just saying hello. Oh no. And there she go. On her way, tomorrow is always today. Leaving it with her say. No toys but plenty of time to play. And her smiles transmit a fearless hope that maybe she'll be there. Yes, and maybe she won't. Too many do's, too many of her don't s. you win some, and some you'll learn to let go. No longer your main star in this freakshow we humans call Love. Scene one and Act two, you thought there was none above. Two for one, one for all. This woman makes me feel tall. For her, I just fall. Rough landings, smooth sailing. This feeling I dreaded. Failing. Gone.
A block, a wall.
Taller than tall.
Away!
Far away,
forever she will stay.
If we have it my way.
Because my way is the only way.
A contradiction you'll say.
A game with no winner;
The saint, The sinner.
Find a way!
It's a new day.
Everyday.
Mine an yours
and their way.
Lost my mind!
And in no time, you will see;
there's a me,
and the me that I see.
Be free!
It could be a melody
or a song to sing.
New feelings to bring.
And in my soul,
the story she tells
will never fail
to lead me.
My way.
The way.
A contradiction I'll say.
You'll agree.
Love me to hate me.
Set you free!
Just let it be.
    You and me.
There are no limitations with this gravitational pull, No longer will you continue to play the fool. Your heart, the greatest tool. True to ones self, following your own lead. Never allowing that of another to impede. Into your mind, because everything there.. They will find. You're not behind. Take your time, build a solid ground. Because those who seem all put together, are chillen in the lost and found. It's true when they say "time heals all wounds". Those who are the strongest, aren't afraid to cry. And at night, when you lay your head to rest, do you tell yourself a lie to lift the weight up off your chest? Or do you deal with this world, and face it. Head on collision. No assurance, no anything. Just blurry eyed vision. It's when you feel you're at the bottom, your courage will be tested. You need to get up! Get out! And get somethin. Cuz when you die, no one remembers the man.. That did not try.
There are no limitations with this gravitational pull, No longer will you continue to play the fool. Your heart, the greatest tool. True to ones self, following your own lead. Never allowing that of another to impede. Into your mind, because everything there.. They will find. You're not behind. Take your time, build a solid ground. Because those who seem all put together, are chillen in the lost and found. It's true when they say "time heals all wounds". Those who are the strongest, aren't afraid to cry. And at night, when you lay your head to rest, do you tell yourself a lie to lift the weight up off your chest? Or do you deal with this world, and face it. Head on collision. No assurance, no anything. Just blurry eyed vision. It's when you feel you're at the bottom, your courage will be tested. You need to get up! Get out! And get somethin. Cuz when you die, no one remembers the man.. That did not try.
she made my world go around
and around
not like my head
although i was steadily spinnin
a rush! panic.
sinkin deeper than any titantic.
she couldn't catch me.
i never fell.
my wounds never healed from before
she simply opened a new door.
"It was breakfast,
I laid her across
the table,
She
was
creamy
sweet
thick
and slowly
... dripping."

— The End —