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my spin on the one night stand
insanity in pure form...
is natural ability,
down right God given talent.
to act on ones' deepest darkest impulses-instincts is
like running through a downpour or seeing things in shades of
For others who think and those who don't, finding it too much trouble
yet that is what we have right here.
And no one sees.
Blindness is bliss to some a necessity for others
stumbling through darkness
feeling for objects-others to hold on to...
Trust is non-existent
love emerges from passions' pretense.
Lust removed from the flesh-unforgiving
it remembers everything
from midnight's' embrace to daybreak's' realities in their various forms.
Have we met before? Someplace else?
Another life perhaps-oh sure, mystical madness.
The lies hiding behind the words wafting through the air hanging like smoke
stinging eyes opened at last to fresh air.
Flesh entwined in flesh
in dimmed lights, becomes something
some demon trapped in passions' jaws.
Lust doomed, love lost-denied somehow, where
between the first grasp and the final gasp
orgasm found commitment achieved-dodged once again
in that all too-often-sure-to-follow escape plan.
Saturday night demanding action
where does it begin?
The rules with no reason, the laws unwritten yet
insanity reigns pure.
Alternating truths, above and below the belt
naked realities in varied positions, lie exhausted from the
pursuit in the moment after bed.
Rumpled words tossed about haphazardly-
in the absence of meaningful touch
the moment exposed-what now?
Best to just reach for a cigarette
let whatever we thought this could be drift deeper in our lungs
become transparent and disappear.
Not unlike this you then I that tried to weave its way to we.
Sex is too fragile to hold such weight
yet a good--- can make you forget certain elements of basic
just give me the credits.