Conversation With My Muse

She's a head wreckin', soul wreckin victim of
the undoing of my heart still insistent she played no part
consistently denying from the start as if she would do anything,
yet she said that she was smitten but you know I said it first
like some errant gypsies curse that I misspelt upon myself
while she just sat there watching, meanwhile she's
masturbating to the tune of the strain of my life's
ruin and I swear to took the bitch was'nt even listening,
just squinting at me with those deep eyes, giving me that
look between the lashes whilst the dreams of all my feelings
flashes out of sight like noone was looking, like a harlot
stepping out of the shadows of the night, some ape descendant
engendered nightmare of my plight who refuses to take a
stance prefering to pose in remonstrance of her own giggling,
succinctly drops me to my knees, pulls my head between her
thighs, if only to suffocate my sighs, to demonstrate the
willingness of her pleas she stamps the fifth amendment
on her warmth whilst i pummel her with my pole, pummel her 'til
I come, discard her used remains, wipe off her remnants
and her stains, then she is gone and I am left feeling empty
as if she is all that I require, all that I desire, all that
I admire, the only one that stokes my fire, the only one that
was meant to be, in fond remembrance of her smirks, the teasing
way she twitched her lips, her unending promise of viscerality,
her primal demise into reality, an innocence forsaken
for a holiday and something else she said as well, an insanity
where we could dwell with yearnings churning misplaced
potencies into soluble matters that matter most like some
deranged chat show host uttering banalities of that which
has been lost, eternally recounting the cost, eternally
recounting the cost, eternally recounting the cost, eternally
revisiting the crime paraphrasing vindications out of
rhyme and rhthmic justifications , fantasing fornications
in your smile and meanwhile all the while I think you said
it all when you said that you did'nt do anything, yeah, you're right, it must have been me

 

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