I thought it is just between us, a man woman game**
which i would play with finesse, a play, life is any time.
and she has a yen to be on top, i am game,
what the ****, I thought let her have her time,

but every which time, it was a ***** game,
something of a wrestle with the demon that
comes to bask in your neighborhood park, without fail,
a **** and a game..ha ha, fun prime time!

we use our fire power to shoot at the demon
that never came, except in the dark pits of time.
my shrink was appalled, when i poured my heart out--
'dark birds with dark pits for eyes threaten me'
"Don't smoke grass any more, don't eat your words,
blast, blast, till you are a cannon without aim"
we still endure, the world will be fine, she gives that disarming smile-
i miss a heart beat, such misses accumulate,

i am sure the dark pit of the night would frighten again,
still everything will be fine, hopefully, meanwhile -
she bites me, she hits me, put her nails to good use,
gives love a go, with an acerbic accent,
such a kind only, she could grow, somehow.

In ******* frenzy  she claws my ****,
and make it look like a war zone, blood splatterd,
and the moment she exploded,  and the frenzy ebbed,
she becomes a lamb, sweet and understanding,
asking the wind and waters forgiving.