I see you lying there ever still,
Resting from another day done.
With colors and canvas strewn across the bed
You have collapsed into a beautiful slumber.

How I long to see through your mind’s eye
How I long to be with you there.
I look to you to enjoy a swim in your tranquil aurora.
Your mind is a dream I long to see
Your body is an architecture I have made my home
Your future is ours.
We crave passion and hunger together.
We wrestle demons and grow unbounded.
We create space and purpose.
We will build a great empire with our desire.

But not now
Now I am calm
Now you are peace
Together we are still

That smell is in the air.
The one that stands your hairs on end.
It narrows your focus and sharpens you wits
with just the right kind of wrong.
The hunt is on.
Should I rush in like a simpleton?
An ignorant ***, how crass
No. Sneaky, sly, and quick
easy and slick.
Lick the taste and smell that smell.
How hot is the fire in hell?

I've got a sixth sense for these things.
It brings a pain so low I know so very well.
THE CHASE! ahh...the taste.......
It moistens the lips with a primitive urge my ancestors command.
The persuasive beauties blossom
with tight skin squeezed between their cotton confines.
They beg me to set them free.
So innocently they burn down the walls I've built of love and devotion.

The notion has struct, the match is lite
A fire burns in my eyes.

Ride, the electricity into the sky
Build, a structure we can’t hide
Fly, fly into the sun
Race, you must run

It’s insane, but why
Climbing metal mountains so high
Starring at desolate sky
Nothing left to do but climb

Win, you must lust to win
Sin, you must get in
Love, love only the ladder
No, nothing else matters

****, if you have to
Do, what you must do
***, come on top
Stop, never stop

It’s insane, but why
Climbing metal mountains so high
Starring at desolate sky
Nothing left to do but climb

There she was.

Delicate and strong there stood my woman. My heart turns to melting petroleum and I feel the perfect wave of calm fall over me just before I die. My senses are all wildly alert, but my body is as frozen as the icy winter outside. I am the craving. She smiles and I smile with her. I have never lived, until now. Her feathery hair runs smooth as silk. Her walk has purpose. Her beauty has definition. Her being has it. She is an angel, and what am I...

Nothing but a ******* white trash piece ****. A ******* back woods ***** with not a ******* bone in my body. A nobody come with a few ****** bills I managed to pull out of my dwindling bank account. Guess I'll have to put in the extra hours pretending to blow my brains out behind that plastic gas station divider. That **** blows. But it is all worth for her. Her light is beauty that burns my skin off as I fall into the sun. She's hot and I'm dead. Her exposed ******* and juicy lips sit atop delicate skin, muscle, organs, bones...soul. Her body is a work of art. Her eyes are jewels I long to capture. Like a ballet she swings around her poll just for me. But it isn't just for me. The hoots and hollers of the other men sitting around the bar are destroying my paradise like a parasitic disease that eats my mind away. Lust and Stupidity drench their everything. The ***** mob touch themselves in a desperate attempt to *** on her face in there minds. Men with wives, men with daughters. I yell up to her, "I'm not like them, I see the beauty behind your faded tired eyes." But she doesn't hear me because I didn't say it. I am just another one of them. I am too shy to tell you. I am too ugly to love you. I am nothing but a ******* white trash *******.

But she is an angel.