Tonight I am god
My fingers are eternal
Keys that unlock
Your treasure chest
Cause your *******
To rise and fall
In rapid succession
Become your
Pleasurable obsession

Tonight your skin
Is a rubics cube
Ready to be
Played perfectly
Fondled and moved
Positioned till you
Come unglued

Tonight my tongue
Is ambrosia
Nectar of gods
That lashes and licks
The tips of your tips
From your quivering lips
To your quivering lips
Plunging deeper
And deeper into your soul

Tonight my eyes
Will scorch your
Tempestuous soul
Will strip you bare
Of your clothes
And self-control
Will make you squirm
Make you earn
Perfect pleasure

Tonight I am resurrected
Find that familiar flame
And you will burn the same
Sweet supplicant
If you ever forgot the flavor
Of desire and exhausting pleasure
I promise that tonight
You will remember

I have walked this street too long
My legs hurt and my chest rattles
As I light another smoke
To fuel my endless march
Sneaky slow-motion suicide
(note the sibilance of the wheezing lungs)

I have to stop for a while
But though my body fades and fails
My manic mind remains restless
Merciless and remorseless
Pushing punching and prodding
And defiant unto the coffin
Get the lid down quick, boys

                                         By Phil Roberts

Today was my birthday

And I barely remember what I did
But I was surrounded by those I love

Today was my birthday

And I didn't get very many gifts
But what I got was just enough

Today was my birthday

And I didn't go anywhere special
But I was surrounded by those I love

**And it was just perfect enough