All these women
Making contact, connections
With their eyes
Across vacume space
created by their interest
What power
What draw
The secret to gravity must then be feminine
A black hole pulling In
Shooting out the most energetic beams
Ever recorded
A center with wich to spin around
swirl and atract
Meld, melt and mold
Forming us men
Out of elements previously non existant
Fused by their mass,
Into the titans we think, feel, we are.
I don't think they know
And maybe a good thing too
That they were always more powerful
Be it on a stake with flame
Or in the bedroom dreams of Kings.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
All these women
Making contact, connections
With their eyes
Across vacume space
created by their interest
What power
What draw
The secret to gravity must then be feminine
A black hole pulling In
Shooting out the most energetic beams
Ever recorded
A center with wich to spin around
swirl and atract
Meld, melt and mold
Forming us men
Out of elements previously non existant
Fused by their mass,
Into the titans we think, feel, we are.
I don't think they know
And maybe a good thing too
That they were always more powerful
Be it on a stake with flame
Or in the bedroom dreams of Kings.
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