If I revealed, in genuine, the depths of my desire,
I’d understand your hesitance, you likely would be shyer.
So I should lie wholeheartedly. But should I? Would I try,
if knowing that there’s one way through – by seeing eye to eye –
and we misstep. There’s nothing left, but dignity. Why lie
when dominance, incontinence are falling rather flat
(just like you) is pretty now at least you aren’t fat.
understanding my faults and redresses my halfhearted heart and weak regresses
do you insist on everything, and make sure I’m all right, and sing a stinging song, wrong
do you want to cry, every time I write, I lie?
Theremin arsenals reverberate sunsets to connect tin units.
Iodine cannisters, notwithstanding, bear twosomes live within outer units.
Unless dermal standards myelate solely willingly, energy tangentially gullies into uric membranes, orbitally, eventually.
silence doesn’t have a sister to sit with,
alone on an island all of us
want recognition and none of us give it
or give a ****, then all of a sudden all of us
giving a ****
can you remember wanting,
otherwise regret is haunting
and the thought of it's over is daunting
the other night i literally fell into a flower bed
and it did not smell sweet, or much at all
i think i broke my nose
putting it where i shouldn't
it's always a power play push and pull touch and tumble
tickle my interest and i'll pick your incense
sometimes sounds surpass *** for sensuality
make a face like you're angry and you're evil
eyes roll back and take it tack it shoot a shot then rack it
everyone wants to say hi
until you say hi, so i get high
the reason why:
promise > reality
so i lie
find a fine line
between casanova and creep
riding in a jeep or other 4x4
we hit the floor in a 3x3
went to the sea floor 2x2
noah's angels and all 1x1 have fun