Stalking lion,
Do you miss the way I touch you?
It's just that you long to be touched like that.
Were you shocked to find I knew of your crime?
We've met before, she warned me it's souls you control.
Your method of approach was unwise and unseemly.
The accidents, the rumours, the campaign to search and destroy.
So here I am rife with anxiety,
seeking emotional primacy under your barrage attack.
The outflow of promises to be kept, leaving a wake trail like a dreadnought.
And thus we called the Conqueroo,
to dance the king snake to ashes.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
Stalking lion,
Do you miss the way I touch you?
It's just that you long to be touched like that.
Were you shocked to find I knew of your crime?
We've met before, she warned me it's souls you control.
Your method of approach was unwise and unseemly.
The accidents, the rumours, the campaign to search and destroy.
So here I am rife with anxiety,
seeking emotional primacy under your barrage attack.
The outflow of promises to be kept, leaving a wake trail like a dreadnought.
And thus we called the Conqueroo,
to dance the king snake to ashes.
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