I'm caught in a trap
a spiderweb
in quicksand

I've find myself in a conundrum that i can't seem to escape
a quagmire
a vortex
an issue

And in the end,
regardless of what happens
I'll make the wrong decision

And I'll end up in an even larger pit of quick sand
an even worse vortex
which I won't be able to escape

We are all
born to die,
so why even try?

Because my heart is empty
my stomach is empty.
I spill the contents of you
on the floor.
No rag will ever clean that up.
Love, romantic love, must wait.
But they didn't tell you about
the emptiness
that buries itself deep in
your flesh, bones, muscles
and tendons.

Strongest are those
who speak their mind in
the midst of adversity.

From the cold sweat that lays on your hands.
The constant grouping and kissing.
Inside my head is were these actions fell.
Such activities filled with lust and pleasure.
Ecstasy intoxicates my body.
Filling it whole with your love.
Groans float around the room.
An unimaginable satisfaction.
My teeth biting your neck.
Nails digging deep into your back.
Your skin so soft and supple.
So tender and gentle.
As I corrupt you.
With acts of lewd favors.
I control your mind.
Body and soul.
You are my toy.
For these ever lasting nights.
Until the door cracks open.
If just a smidgen.
Distraction dares interrupt.
My very moments of ****** despair.