If i ruled the world id have hockey games settle evry dispute now that may not seem cute but if all that passion by politicians is displayed on the ice then we might not be in needless disputes
If you're rude to me if i was emperor you see id not be cruel and force you to eat nothing but bread and gruel id simply have you put out of your misery because you're clearly a loon
Now you may not like every whim and policy but i promise id try to come off as endearing I'll kiss babies and give to charity and explain my thoughts with the utmost clarity and maybe go on Larry King

But all punchlines aside if i ruled the world and everything in it id make it so we treated addicts like humans not vermin and remain sane to help the insane and truamatized because so many people suffer behind their eyes and
I'd decide to abolish money so greed wouldn't decide the fates of those out here in these streets
Id make it so we gave back to the earth so much that weve taken from it and actually do things that benefit the environment not **** wildlife

Why do you ask questions
I don't have the answer to?
Why do assumptions fuel your gumption,
Because I don't feel comfortable doing what you want me to?
Can you just leave this be?
I'm having enough trouble working through this.
I'm in a position more awkward than a 7 10 split.
So stop with these ******* questions please,
Because I'm already ******* sick.

I'm drawn to you like a moth to the brightest flame
I couldn't have da Vinci draw you into my life, but I can think wistfully just the, same
The curve of your smile, that little twist of your hair
That scrunch of your nose when you laugh, whenever I see you i can't do much but stare

But if I told you all of this I'd probably be kicked aside or stepped on like a cheap set of stairs
So I guess it's only through these words that I can show that I care...

If God loves us then why do so many young and loved ones have to die?
And if good loves us why do people want, destroy others and cry?
If God loves us then why is the world rife with pain?
If he loves us then why do these things happen? It's driving me insane!

Now I'm far from a rocket scientist, but I do belive the answer to these questions is
That if the world didn't have needs, then we wouldn't need a God
Now I know that that answer does seem kind of odd
But I believe that terrible tragedies happen so we stubborn humans would actually call on his name
Because we love to pray when rain clouds come over our lives but not when the weather is calm and tame

Hello, I'm noir
Nero must've left the door open
And he's not here right now,
Well, why don't I show you what happens
when I'm allowed to take his paper and write things down
It's simple, when he's sad WHO DOES HE TURN TO?!
but anyway, you may be wondering what the hell is on his mind?
I'll tell you, rejection.
He's been through it so much he's almost learned to expect it.
From the most beautiful of models to the ugliest of wenches.
Most people can take a loss quietly but then he can't find what's left of his confidence. 
He gave up trying for awhile to try to figure himself out, stay away from all that dating stuff because his heart had been through a rout.

But after he found it again it was dashed just that quickly, like a flickering flame
And thus he took all of it to heart, he felt it was on himself placed was the blame


"Noir? Why are you writing again?"
"I was telling the people why you won't even find it in yourself to get tinder to attempt to get a girlfriend?!"
"I TRIED THAT ONCE AND I LOST FAITH IN IT FASTER THAN A BITTER ATHEIST!"
"GOD YOU'RE INCESSANTLY STUBBORN! WHY CAN'T YOU GIVE YOURSELF ANY TYPE OF CREDIT?!"
"Because, my dear figment, I tried doing that and even then life through a wrench in. "

What drives someone to love, or to hate or even to ****?
What causes we as humans to go to such lengths
To fill the voids in our hearts and heads
I already know that our minds bend and twist
To deal with the stresses and pains in life
But what causes the mind to snap so cleanly
That it would give ghosts and ghouls a fright?

What makes us want to hold someone tight
All through the night, is it just a chemical reaction to
Pass on our genes
Or is love a spiritual connection that will always go unseen?

Maybe the questions I'm asking have answers we weren't ever meant to hear
But if you question nothing you won't answer anything... So am I wrong for asking this or am I right?

Tick And tock
Like a metronome
My head keeps tapping as I stay awake
My mom snores, I can hear her growling through the walls,
As my imagination begins to creak and groan
Please sleep, stay in,  don't go wandering on your own.
My head would like to roam
In dream land once again,
But you've gone out for the night it seems
Like a Fairweather friend.

I wish mr. Sandman would stay for awhile, but it seems as though that isn't happening.
I'd be thankful for a nightmare because I haven't slept all week
Oh wait I don't think I wanna sleep while someone's slashing

Oh there's plenty of things
That are wrong with me
I desire to do better
To make my flaws new strengths
To not flop at the first sign of changing weather

I've got some screws in my head loose
And an attention span shorter than the kickback on a black tre deuce
Looks wise I'm about as appealing as a dead spruce
And that's just my looks, not my personality which is *******

I swear I'm too nice for my own good. And my head moves faster than the gap in my face
I've got a **** memory, even if I've known you for years I'd still forget your face

But


I'm flawed and cracked like a Thursday night  in a love shack
And I'm trying to find strength that sometimes isn't there
I get so frustrated with myself I wanna pull out my short hair...

But through all this, I'm still standing and I know one day I'll get there.

That's what we are now,
A land of extremes
A place where it's all my way or no way at all
There's no attempts by anyone to work in concert,
No bridging the gap type thinking.
And that's what's sinking us
Into a hole we can't dig out of.
We refuse to see from another's perspective lest we "lose respect" for religious beliefs or some other command or directive

Don't you get it? There can't be a yin without a yang
There wouldn't be coke without Pepsi,
So the two sides must work in never ceasing concert
In order for us all to survive

You scratched the record
And now my head is back on repeat
It goes over that same beat
Over and over again to the point where
I don't even wanna attempt to speak

If silence is golden
Then I'm the biggest known mine
Because it feels as though I've been skating over myself when putting words into rhyme
Always the same topics from me and not to interesting metaphors

You scratched it like a DJ on turntables because I'm winding up to the end of this fable, I can still write and I'm more than willing and able but I gotta stretch my muscles again before I lose the sharpness on my pen, that's my sword

I've got my head in the clouds
How is that a bad thing?
My thoughts are so far from the ground
And maybe they'll touch my dreams

I could stare at the sky
Put neon graffiti on the lazy moon
I could put a symphony with a sunrise
And I still don't think that'd be as beautiful as waaah I'm rambling over a truth

Maybe my hair could be nested in by eagles
Or my tears could fill up clouds for rain
Or all of this could come crashing down because I'm over eager
And I'll end up tasting the sandpapery wine of pain


So maybe having my head in the clouds,
Isn't exactly a prefect thing
But if it's where I belong
Then I'll next a new set of wings

I'm depressed and deflated because it seems like it's either to lose or get shot is why we were created
Idve remained encouraged but this point can no longer be debated
How are you going to stop someone who doesn't even see a future staring them in the face misplaced patriotism stops you from seeing the tears and hopelessness on our faces that's written
Despair in the air because no one not even ourselves can find the strength to care optimism is a long lost memory
And even then our memories aren't pleasant by any means it seems all we are are muscular commodities fit for athletic endorsements and earning people but ourselves money but we can't use a platform because it would he like trying to preach to Vincent Van Gogh

I'm writing all of this from my perspective you know

What do I do
With these fantasies occupying my mind
I find its easier to express them in rhythmic rhyme
Because not doing so will make me feel like I'm overly drunk on wine
I'll admit that I'm kinda crazy but these thoughts make me rather hazy
And certainly you're not making my libido lazy
So what do I do
With these fantasies of you?

I swear you've become the earworm, that gets stuck in my head
Your eyes are like falling rhinestones, like Gorillaz said.
Why I have to be so far away... that's something around which I couldn't begin to wrap my head

Even when I've got sunshine in a bag, the future is still rather uncertain
Because sometimes my life is more unpredictable than the spread of vermin
But...

If i had to pick someone to navigate those uncertain tides
To listen to my ******* on long car rides
I'd pick you in a heartbeat
..
Hell maybe even a seizure induced spasm

I started to stare up at the pale blue sky
Allowing the clouds to help care for the shards of my mind
And as the green grass tickled my skin, back into the dilemma I'm facing my thoughts went back within
The breeze gently kissed my face as the smile transformed from a grin to a grimace
I started off so well and fell back into overthinking like a man imprisoned

So I guess I should let my thoughts fly as I stare at the sky and let my instincts take over

I'm 20 years old now
And I've seen technology advance and what happens when socialites go wild
and I've been mulling this over for awhile
I began to understand why the older generations hate us and always rely on poorly researched "Truths" to debate us.

It's because of how much the world has changed.

The world has changed and immeasurable number of ways since way back in the day
From the rise of the Internet from a finicky gimmick to a major uncut media outlet
And so quickly it seems as though some rewinding is needed to some, in a manner most drastic


However progress is needed even though it is a slow and painful process, whether it be in the church or out on the streets everyone's ideas deserve to be heard no matter how bizarre because that's how we remain so unique

Can anyone tell me
Where I'm supposed to be going?
Even the humble plants on the ground
Grow without knowing
I've enjoyed this journey, ups and downs and all
And I still don't know how to fight through life's fog
And the more I try to find answers the deeper I go into the smog
Can you tell me where I'm supposed to be going and what I need to be doing? Because I'm tired of being a nomad with no cause

Why do the words find my pen so appealing and my mouth the opposite?

Why can my Writings express my feelings and my speech barely even scratch the surface?

Where can I find a happy medium between my pen and my mouth
Because it's really killing me to have all these thoughts swirling around in my brain, and not being sure about how they'll come out

Sometimes one moves faster than the other
And it's annoying, not funny like undercover brother

So if anyone knows how, please tell me what am I to do?
Because my head is wired more chaotically than the San Diego zoo

Your words were like this velvet glove
Silky and sultry, heavy on lust with subtle hints of something like love
The kind of hypnotism that could only have come from the stars above
Your voice was an aphrodisiac that couldn't be stopped, because the more I heard you speak with those trouble colored lips I felt like I smoked a spliff with some really good crop

My mind told me no, but my body couldn't bear for you to stop
So sensual, so seductive yet reserved at the same time
Like this velvet glove, you were aesthetically pleasing yet internally teasing at the same time

Why do the words find my pen so appealing and my mouth the opposite?

Why can my Writings express my feelings and my speech barely even scratch the surface?

Where can I find a happy medium between my pen and my mouth
Because it's really killing me to have all these thoughts swirling around in my brain, and not being sure about how they'll come out

Sometimes one moves faster than the other
And it's annoying, not funny like undercover brother

So if anyone knows how, please tell me what am I to do?
Because my head is wired more chaotically than the San Diego zoo

A tear fell down
As these words appeared on this page
And though I don't have the wisdom of a sage
The clock moving forward doesn't do much to wounds but allow scars to grow, some develop invisibly whilst others are more likely to show
This I know because you see the scarred heavily out in the streets.
Seeing horrors unimaginable, and never truly recovering,
Expected to return back into our cruel society without any time to digest what they witnessed and go on in silent suffering.

Time's Scars never really do heal, the skin never sutures totally and the blood does fall out of us constantly...
But you can be the antiseptic on this infection...and rediscover empathy

They've got it made
For the winners in this world
The less fortunate souls
Have to play the role
of the tragedy known as Deacon Blues
and yes I know that's a reference to a song
But like the Crimson tide, this poem shall roll on
The haves truly have, and the knots are tired by the Chains of lack and want
But you might say "if you want to be better than work harder. "
"Why are you so irresponsible with your money ,how will you feed your daughter?"

I don't even have kids and I know the feeling of desperation all too well
It's like burning constantly reheated hell
Why? Why? Why do I reek of failures distinct smell?
I'm a good person, or at least I try to be
But.
.

..

Why am I fated to lose?

If I had something inspiring on my mind don't you think that I would've written it by now
I love being a writer but sometimes it gets me down
The pressure escalates like the water in the everglades to top myself, like pulling miracles out of my head is a miraculous act
I can't turn water into wine And I can't turn stacks of hay into clever punchlines
I guess what I'm trying to say, like Dr. Mccoy  is that I'm a writer not a magician
I can only take what myself and others have gone through, and turn it into something relatable, that maybe just maybe someone will take something positive out of what was written

It's looking as though my head is a prankster
You know
Because I'll think one thing, and unintentionally say another
Sort of like faking being asleep by hiding underneath covers
It's not clever or original and it's driving me crazy
I'll not feel pain but the over analysis from my brain makes the space behind my eyes hazy
Lately I've been having this same **** dream
I keep waking up in a straitjacket and I'm close to bursting at the seams
But then I hear a voice, and I'm not sure who it is
It calms me back down, and the madness subsides and I begin to return to my wits
But then the voice leaves and I'm running down the hall, door to door and corner to corner.
It's ****** up when your mind is playing tricks on you

I let my mind wander,
And I don't think it came back

I let my heart travel, and it suffered from constant attack

I let my mouth run away, and it's still not returned to this day

I watched my legs abandon me
And my arms crawled into the sea
Totally independent of me

But, losing all these things taught me a very simple and poignant lesson

Appreciate what you have before it's gone, because what you take for granted someone wants and isn't afraid to deal with some stressing

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility." - Khalil Gibran

That quote inspired what I wrote because pain is a constant in this cruel world
And in all reality our pain is inspired by the struggles we've gone through, so it may not be easy but to medicate and starting the process of healing is on you.  Others may have caused what you're going through but it's up to you to make it better, because even if it's raining now there's always a chance for better weather

Now ifyou're a fan of South park you may know where I'm going with this
Because out of over 700 million people in the country we narrowed it down to a ****** and a **** Sandwich
Now I get that we're all human and as such we can agree and disagree
Or not have an opinion on whatever we please
But I'll be a monkeys uncle, ah heck I'll be a knight before his opponent on bended knee
Before I warm up to either candidate genuinely
I think this is a sign that we should consider erasing the two party divide
Because with our current setup we leave a lot of people discombobulated and disenfranchised

So I guess we're stuck between a ****** and a **** Sandwich
Now who is who? That I'll let you decide on like being stuck between Harvard and Cambridge

There was no joy in Mudville,
The air was cold that night.
For the hockey team was losing
And shorthanded, following a fight.

With 5 minutes on the penalty clock
And 1 minute left in regulation
It seemed as though the season was over
And the team would be heading to the unemployment line by the train station.

The next face off was won by Mudville,
And they dumped the puck down the ice
Wilson raced down after that 3 pound puck, and out of nowhere came Johnson, a pass to score as he fell down the ice!

Tied with about 30 seconds to go,  the crowd gave an almighty roar
Because they tied the game shorthanded,
Johnson, a defenseman had scored.

The teams headed into overtime, and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife,
For in hockey overtime is sudden death, the next goal would win the night.
And after a 10 minute intermission, the teams returned to the ice

The referee skated out to center,  and dropped the puck between two anxious Sticks.
The duel was on,  and both goalies were tested
But neither one would fall for the forwards tricks

With overtime ended, we went to a shootout,
This seemed to be the only way to decide the game.
And after Wilson stepped back onto the ice, he scored giving Mudville a chance to win the game.

But Jeralds would tie the shootout in the second round, and Johnson, following him would do the same. So after a miraculous stop by Mudville's goalie,  it would fall onto Casey to win the game.

A hush fell over the crowd, as Casey stepped onto the ice, he took a deep breath and started on his way,
He skated wide left stick handling down, his head up at the goalie trying to get him out of play.

Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey was shutout.

That line in the sand
Overlooking the warm and welcoming sea
I walked up to the line and stared at it intently
And in those moments a war was waged within me, my head and heart both taking opposing sides
Here I'll relay as much of that intense conversation, from beside the battle lines

Brain: we shall not cross that line! For who knows what could be waiting on the other side!
There could be crippling danger or possible injury! Diseases and financial ruin could lie across that line!

And my heart took those sentiments in kind, and then responded with the following reply

Heart: we must cross this line! Not knowing is part of the thrill! And you're right we could be hurt crossing over to the other side! But that's part of life so just chill! There could be Love and adventure, wealth both in money and in experience and enjoyment of our surroundings! We've starved in life for too long and it's time we move forward by boldly leaping and bounding!

I guess, like two face I'm in two minds about my situation
But I'd rather consider my options and move decisively than run blindly in like LEEEEROOOYYYYYY JEEEENNNNNKINNNNS

It's the Twilight of my favorite season
Summertime is slowly coming to a close
There are so many things left to discover and open
Like, that bedroom over there and possibly your clothes
Is it that obvious how ravenous I am
For your heavenly body?
I swear I'm an alcoholic for your sweet nether regions and you're a large bottle of bacardi

It's crazy how naughty My thoughts are of you I swear I'm a hormonal animal because of what I want to do to you...
So summertime is coming to a close, and that does **** hard
But the hot fun that we could have together... that my dear has yet to start...

Blood.
Dripping crimson essence of life
Warm and wholly essential for my feeding tonight.
My body is ready for the darkest harvest
of the... heh heh... innocent sacrificial lambs placed before me....

The flesh unsuppled... and the blood so pure

MORE! I NEED MORE! I'M AS INSATIABLE AS A DOG IN FRONT OF A STEAK!

Blood on the walls...

Pac was right when he said it was a set up,
Violence and bloodshed every day got a brotha fed up, these demons won't let up. Got me crying into pillows at night, wondering if it's worth waking up to see the sunlight. We got, poor people going through generational struggles, got a presidential candidate that'd gonna make the hell underneath the soil boil and bubble
The three witches, can't help us now you gotta struggle fight and claw for table scraps like we're helpless and wild.

And even though the world feels like a cheap setup, we gotta put the sunglasses down
And keep your head up

I can't afford attachment
Because my peace of mind is too costly
Not that I don't truly care about anyone
It's just that nowadays it seems like trying to be nice
Is Like playing Russian Roulette with a submachine gun
Now it seems like playing with people's emotions is the latest form of fun
and you can't stop people from feeling, it's like trying to move the sun
So I can't afford attachment, I'm going to save myself excess pain

I wish I could pay for love as my tears fall down like drops in the rain...

Like a lot of people, I love music
Common sense, Lauryn Hill, Musiq Soul child, I need both conscious lyrics and something ignorant and hype to balance it out.
And I've come to the realization
that I've met neo-souls music's living personification

Supple and smooth and conscious at the same time
Melodic and nice to listen to, and she's definitely more than worth the investment of time
With a mind quicker than a .38 at a right wingers waist

Why I never bothered to try to speak to her in high school is a question so hard to answer my brain is gonna end up in space.

I walked into the fun house
I trod into the ball is mirrors
I looked around and quickly realized
That the wiggly and distorted reflections of me
Were by no means ordinary.

I looked at one mirror and saw myself
Crying over a skinned knee in first grade
And I saw myself again in another mirror oversized and indulging in gluttony.

I saw myself, looking on at various crushes in lust filled regret.

The moral of this trip into the hall if mirrors, is very simple. Look at yourself and you'll change what the mirrors reflect

I don't get you brain
You're practically impossible to find when I need to be awake
Yet when it's time for new to sleep
You're more active than San Andreas during a Richter scale measurable earthquake

I guess my internal clock is running on either Australia or japan's local time
Because I'm running out of reason to stay awake for this rhyme

I hate long distance
Relationships
Which is kinda hypocritical of me considering
How many times I've gone through it

Your heart was mailed first class
To someone a few thousand miles away
And I always had to ***** it all up
So that piece, with them it would always stay

I'm tired of chopping my heart
Into a bunch of amazon prime pieces
But I can't bring up the nerve to get to know someone on a first name basis
Let alone asking them out.

In this black and white world
It's uncommon for there to be any vibrance or color
The Crow begins to take flight again
Looking for something to feed on, my friends

The feathers falling into the snow, bloodstained and white, like a pomegranate was cut open, or the Crow has found its meal for tonight

What's it's meal you ask? My mind

Tell me do you know
How diamonds are formed?
After years of heat and pressure
Coal becomes so desirable

So black diamonds aren't rare
Rare in the slightest
Hell there's one walking down the street right now
Braided hair and skin so dark like Hershey's chocolate

Locks and supple lips and afros going across wide brown hips
Black diamonds walk among us, and believe me they're not to be missed

Pick the bones
And bones with a pick
Strip the flesh
You already took away the rest

Heart is missing
What's left of the brain is starting to mold over
Fillings gone down the throat of a wild wolf 3 trees over

Will someone find what's left of my dignity?
Along with what's left of my reaching or ability?
I don't know, to be perfectly frank
This mauling left me broken Down like a 3rd world country, post meeting the tank

Allow me to rant like a vulture with no carrion, I'm carrying a burden that's stiffer than Shinsuke Nakamura revolving around something simple, my job.

Now let me start of by saying I like my job, it's simple and pays a decent wage
But I'm incensed at myself, it's a never ceasing rage

Because it's natural to want out of the nest, but dear old mom's job market is phasing out
And I'm caught between her and my own nagging self doubt

Because I want to move away, have my own Corner of the earth
But every time I want to get serious about this ambition I think of her being physically or financially hurt

So I'm stuck in a position that makes no sense

Maybe, just maybe that's why I'm incensed

So I have a confession

My dad's a cop

Yeah, my dad's a cop he's worked his job for 30 long years
In that time he's probably seen a lot of messed up things that would probably drive most to insane laughter or ****** bitter tears.

Now you may be asking.. wait where are you going with this?
Are you going to register some harsh anti police sentiment?

Much like there is good and bad in the world, there are good and bad cops
That's true, and most are in agreement that these problems are a avoidable and should stop.
The fact there needs to be a distinction between "good" and "bad" cop
Is already a problem, so it seems as if we're ******* already from the top.

But, call me an incurable optimist
Because I think and know in my heart that we'll find a way out of this bloodstained mist
Not through division, but unity
And when we finally move beyond this... what a day that'll be...

I won't have kids
I'm very serious
Not until i can say to them
"I lived through a time when it was unhealthy to have your curly hair and brown skin,
When you could be killed over an assumption. Yes I know even if you had nothing to do with it.
I lived through a time when it didn't mean much to us to serve and protect.
But your generation can do better than us,
We caught and exposed via our phones and social media the power lustful and corrupt

But we only received this torch from those that walked up and down on this path before us.
I want you to do better and be better than us my child, so go out into the world and be proud of your heritage and who you are
Remember the struggles we went through, so they never happen again. "

Why can't I ever
Corral my thoughts and keep them together
It's like my head is always under the weather
I know reader I sound like a broken record

But

If you can place yourself in the position
That fate decided to place me in
When my head moves quicker than my mouth
And sometimes slower than a dead fish in a drought

There's never an in between
Its either up or down to the Nth of extremes
I try to keep my composure but I always end up making a scene


That's what happens when there's no in-between

Exploding
Snapping
Crackling and occasionally whistling
As they soar through the night sky
To a glorious explosion that lights up our eyes
Bringing out the wondrous child that's sometimes
Lost to us and we need to rediscover that youthful exuberance and wonder
And faith in that everything will eventually be all right

And that's why I'm so thankful for the fireworks tonight

I hate my stupid brain
Always forgetting, day dreaming and overthinking
Scheming on things that I know can't happen, or won't for some time
And when it's not doing that it's arranging words and punch lines together by rhythm and syllables that rhyme

I hate my stupid heart, always anxious and never not being optimistic,
Always creating dreams that my brain will produce
Always searching for something beside hockey and poetry to invest in, when I don't even know how to do my taxes.

Lastly, brain we need to have one more chat
I know we've had our differences, which is weird because you occupy the space underneath my scalp.
But if you could be so kind as to become more flexible to changes in a rehearsed routine
That would be, dear fleshy *****, simply keen

You know if I had those comic book X ray eyes
I'd probably wish that I was blind
Because, you see a lot of people are in disguise
They walk Normal, healthy, and obviously alive
But inside there's no vigor, no spark, no life
Translation they, Including myself at times
Are like the Walking dead, alive but dead inside

So how do we cure this outrageous infection
and stop this plague during the height of its insurrection
the answer is simple, reach out, extend the olive branches attempt to forge those connections
Or the walking dead will continue to walk and assail us with no protection

What can you do if your own head doesn't make sense
the silence maddening to sit through and the cacophony of every day leaving inside your mind an unholy stench
It feels like there's in my head next to the iPad a ******* monkey wrench
I guess I don't understand anymore what's going on why can't this make sense
Unless I write my head will snap open and the scars will be visible
But sometimes even among most of my friends I can't help but feel invisible
Ridiculed and the things I helped bring become dead and forgotten
God it's like I'm listening to myself give a review on that site with tomatoes that are rotten
I'm not scheming or plotting just looking for that lighthouse in the fog
Because I can't find inspiration in this mental planet of smog

I know I'm nothing, to you and to me
In fact if you did an X-ray you'd probably find a tombstone in my cold and dead chest cavity
I have tried resting but I can't do that reliably
Because my brain, while my most valuable ***** is sometimes, if not almost all the time 
My biggest liability
My inability to remember is very hard to forget
Forged in foggiest messes is maybe where my head is currently set
I'd go to my own world but I'd be driven mad by being alone
I don't know what to do and what to look for in my own zone...

Hot and sweaty
Nothing pretty but you
Just good old fashioned raw backing  in the bed under the fan with nothing but our hormones and hardness and wetness to keep us company
Your curvaceous body is so scintillating in this summer heat and your hot little hole fit for a pole
Summer is great  because I love it when you let me take control

Summer sexiness...