Every dream fulfilled A steady stream of pleasure No pain Ethereal sensations and situations too sticky for keys to shift into locks After dark I sit stuck and watch Perfect bodies in perfect motion no preconceived notion of love Only instant lust A lack of trust is commonplace when a face and name is just a waste compared to her waist No stretch marks looming Perfect teeth and a crooked twisted desire All within reach at the touch of a wire
I perspire from the fire in my stomach Unquinched thirst and unrelenting hunger Skin on a whim is nothing more than another filthy playground we play in And sometimes we play too hard and get caught up in the facade we don't have flaws because we dont press pause We don't step away from the daily play of getting off and making way For false standards We all fall short when not on camera
We scar we bleed and we all dont understand You're not perfect but I love you, I'm ready to be a man...
And leave this filthy playground behind.
One thing leads to another in the tireless pyre of addiction. We burn but we don't taste the ashes.