My grip holds tight as I count the night.
I want to take you to the depths of lust, and bathe in all your trust.
Suffocate in all my pleasures as I hide all your treasures.
Fall under the weight of my passion and perhaps I will show compassion.
Sink your intellect with a thrust as your touch I find a must.
Your whisper tells of unkept desire as my lips take you higher.
A rush I need not explain flows straight to your brain as your voice you barely contain.
Our actions we need not name for our bodies feel no shame.
Your strength you regain as your gratitude you claim.
Misunderstand my authority, make my submission your priority.
You fill the cage with your underlying rage.
My innocence I stage, as your eyes I engage.
It was the dawn of a new age, as I turned the page.
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authority,
innocence,
Lust.,
pleasure,
Poetry,
submission,
trust
Abracadabra, my dark illusory pendulum.
Astound my drowning faith with tender misunderstanding.
Bring light to a shadow forever expanding and undermine my sweet demanding.
Faltering of time commanding, it’s my soul you’re miserably disbanding.
Abracadabra, my dark illusory pendulum.
Your veins flow and are awake, but for thought your time you take.
The stairs of the mind break, as your freedom you forsake.
With fallacy one will ache, but it’s the center they can remake.
Abracadabra, my dark illusory pendulum.
Seek the synaptic hollow and feather my time to follow.
Under the temple of Apollo, it’s your words they won’t swallow.
Radiate the escape of sorrow, as you wander and you wallow.
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body,
dark,
faith,
freedom,
mind,
misunderstanding,
pendulum,
soul
All I want is to understand.
I want to understand this feeling of bliss and undermine it’s authority.
I want to swim in misery, and suffocate in it’s happiness.
I want to witness your disguise and forever believe in our demise.
All I want is to understand.
Search bare lands for lush hopes.
Feed the soul that is not hungry.
Find the origin, implement the end.
I want my footsteps to scold me as I walk the path.
I want to sense your anger and wrap my warmth around it.
I want my eyes to glow magically as I lose you tragically.
All I want is to understand.
Approximate futures for past mistakes.
Tear apart whole partitions.
Kiss goodbye to your hello.
I want my embrace to hold the abyss.
I want to encounter resistance as I steal my existence.
I want to bleed intellect.
All I want is to understand.
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body,
feeling,
intellect,
life,
mind,
My life.,
My thoughts,
Poetry,
soul,
understanding
Her smile was welcoming, but as you studied her from a distance, you knew.
You knew she was the kind of girl who kept her secrets.
The kind of girl who saw through eyes of seduction and spoke through lips of desire.
You had no idea who this girl was, yet you wanted the scent of her skin to penetrate your entire being.
This happened ever so often, but this time, you were not prepared.
You study the movement of her lips as she pronounces her every syllable.
Helpless, you notice the curl in her eyelashes and the swirls of color in her eye.
Her laughter intends innocence, but you understand her more than anyone.
You play her like the keys of a piano.
You take everything from her, and she enjoys it.
You knew she was the kind of girl who kept her secrets.
The kind of girl whose touch was filled with lust and whose kiss overflowed with passion.
You had no idea who this girl was, yet you wanted her every thought to enter your mind and body.
This happened ever so often, but this time, you were not prepared.
A faint light falls onto her soft hair as you observe the various shades of colors it contains.
Enticed, you notice the intricate pattern of freckles on her skin and the pastel tone of her skin.
Her words express virtue, but you understand her more than anyone.
You play her like the strings of a violin.
She gives you everything, and you enjoy it.
You knew she was the kind of girl who kept her secrets.
The kind of girl whose delicate clothes hid audacious undergarments and high strung corsets.
You had no idea who this girl was, yet you wanted her every particle to be yours.
This happened ever so often, but this time, you were not prepared.
She was the type of girl who kept her secrets.
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desire,
Lust.,
man,
Poetry,
secrets,
story,
woman
