Let's face it its more ******* warfare culturally they are used to faking it as thimbles and chipolatas in ninety seconds do not reach first base much less seeing stars on cloud nine hence they woke and fake the reality they chose be it feel or fright in woke solidarity against frustrations they cloned their made-up foe what better than sturdy shining Mandingo loaded and ******* there for the having to your heart's content presented to you the untamed beast the wild moor tooled hot and ready raw animalistic unfettered passion rock hard we can name him Rocky that goer that delivers every time the one that is all your men aren't and can never be cause he's gifted sleek like dolphin in rhythmic glide tasty like fresh clean mushroom Arabian stallion if ever there's one with absolute pedigree and class take a break from the mediocre from the wham bangs no can dos from the floppy quick-draws saps imagine the dark horse with the most in smooth soft pink leathery velvet tis your secret your guilty pleasure tis the obsession you made into a war the fantasy that plays in your heads tis behind fervours that haunts you that you so well disguise in hatred telling metaphors slip out Freud hold him down, grind him hard wear him out, let's wreck him so the sado masochistic 'punishing him' give him a hard time, it all says a lot you twist innocent sentences into ****** innuendos and innocent actions are falsely given ****** meanings as morn noon and night you toil you troll and agitate for attention yes you twist turn bite and nibble in Freudian throes you talk love you glaze unrequited love relentlessly you close your eyes and dream sweet pain yeah! get real, its no psyche warfare its a flutters obsession, it's the classic ' "The lady doth protest too much, methinks." its how you float your boats and and get yer thrills you better face it you're all addicted It's an ******* War-fare and you all know so.....
Not an open book when it comes to honesty and feelings, Judgement and rejection are my fears, Although, I’d rather be rejected than to be judged. Nothing more I want than to come clean, break the chains that I keep over my shattered heart, just let everything out. But unfortunately, it’s not that easy. People that can be your future will always pay the price for people in the past and that’s not fair.
If transparent a token promiscuous now in freefall and spy of equanimity though treason nigh fortuity with desire hone awhile storm is lust and inherently strife that renegade spliff come this ring of fire.
tracing back to the exact moment when clothed in cobwebs that shone like gold you stepped out in your metal tips boots with a stiletto heel and spruiked your special brand of ******* demanding fidelity or risk holy coercion
that moment, that was it the genesis of fake
tongue dripping with honied venom in hand your resume, a history spattered with muck hidden in the fine print and finished with a high legal gloss and they fell at your feet dulled by the cloy of perfume used to cover up the rot