hands that caress craving curves
complementing carnal desires
hands that inspire this crazy notion
that ******* her husband’s friend
is reasonable, acceptable, calculable?
Oh but to blame these hands
Would be unreasonable, unacceptable
Unjust
For these hands could be any hand
That lends this chick some attention
See there’s a void she trying to fill
A hurt she’s trying to ****
And the hands are the *****
She hopes will fulfill
This aching need
Seems like greed
when she constantly feeds her flesh
with that which doesn’t satisfy
but for her hurting soul
rationale doesn’t clarify her pain
yet she knows there’s much to gain
from breaking this cyclical game
but the road to heavenly fame
means handing over the reigns
to the Invisible force
but of course, its hard to trust
when someone’s **** was ******
inside ‘fore it was time
the clandestine crime
committed in the prime of her youth
aint that the truth
boys living out fantasies
tearing off the *******
of victims too scared to scream
trapped in this horrid dream
so her whole life its seems
gets crowded by this scene
strangled by the obscene
so trying to live clean
seems an unlikely esteem
so she has hands caressing
craving curves
trying to settle her nerves
while they have their way
what more can she say?
When from this road
So many times she’d tried to sway
Now her strength is gone
and as she lay
on forbidden sheets
she prays that someday
He'll take her home
justified and clean
with an ocean of distance between
the girl craving hands
and the woman who landed
in the only Hand
that could make her see
that she was always the queen
she so hoped to be.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
hands that caress craving curves
complementing carnal desires
hands that inspire this crazy notion
that ******* her husband’s friend
is reasonable, acceptable, calculable?
Oh but to blame these hands
Would be unreasonable, unacceptable
Unjust
For these hands could be any hand
That lends this chick some attention
See there’s a void she trying to fill
A hurt she’s trying to ****
And the hands are the *****
She hopes will fulfill
This aching need
Seems like greed
when she constantly feeds her flesh
with that which doesn’t satisfy
but for her hurting soul
rationale doesn’t clarify her pain
yet she knows there’s much to gain
from breaking this cyclical game
but the road to heavenly fame
means handing over the reigns
to the Invisible force
but of course, its hard to trust
when someone’s **** was ******
inside ‘fore it was time
the clandestine crime
committed in the prime of her youth
aint that the truth
boys living out fantasies
tearing off the *******
of victims too scared to scream
trapped in this horrid dream
so her whole life its seems
gets crowded by this scene
strangled by the obscene
so trying to live clean
seems an unlikely esteem
so she has hands caressing
craving curves
trying to settle her nerves
while they have their way
what more can she say?
When from this road
So many times she’d tried to sway
Now her strength is gone
and as she lay
on forbidden sheets
she prays that someday
He'll take her home
justified and clean
with an ocean of distance between
the girl craving hands
and the woman who landed
in the only Hand
that could make her see
that she was always the queen
she so hoped to be.
July 25. 2006