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Love and Lust

You lick your lips/
Im tripping, this/
Is innocent/
Matching your doe eyes, Im flipping shit/
Howd we get into this/
The distances/
Id travel/
Start to unravel/
As a matter/
Of fact your/
My own brand of deliciousness/
Crave to be hitting it/
But it's forbidden/
This whore's stricken/
My morals, clipping/
Away at me, the chorus lifting/
Their voices/
Over my choices/
This isnt normal, simply/
Doing it because Im horny, itching/
To break barriers, ignoring history/
This is more than simply/
A poor performance blistering/
My conscience/
To be honest/
Im not guilty, its an annoying mystery/
Im avoiding injury/
But I give into temptation/
Just a replacement/
For what was real, but this bitch was invasive/
Clipped and blatant/
So I slipped my wager/
Into her little enclave for/
A night/
And decide/
To dip and call later/
Sip it and savor/
The taste of betrayal/
The favor of anger/
Tonight because Im breaking her safe words/

In your eyes I see a universe/
And you deserve/
The moon and earth/
To move alert/
Before you, on the bluest perch/
Of sky/
That I/
Can choose and burn/
Into place with all my brutish terse/
Crude immersed/
Strength, harnessed from the cruelest burns/
That you soothed with your/
Presence, angelic/
I tell you I felt it/
From the first time you fell through and Heaven/
Would melt in hysterics/
When they realized the wrong angel had fallen/
But you made it and promised/
You would save me from nonsense/
It may be alarming/
How I couldnt face all my trauma/
But you take me so farther/
Then Id make it dishonored/
Change the despondent/
Views I had and break me from karmic/
Retribution/
Left its bruises/
But I embraced it and harnessed/
The electrocution/
It induced in/
Me, tasted and mocked it/
Now the faceless would lock me/
In my own sin, imprisoned/
But youve forgiven/
Me, so now Im living/
And livid/
Because Ive dipped this/
Toe into your heart and Ive kissed it/
Im gripping/
Your hand, paying back my debt to you with interest/

Your eyes are wet now/
When I sat down/
And let out/
All of my secrets, you went from stressed out/
To a stretched mouth/
Smiling/
Widely/
Maniacally/
Like a hellhound/
You bent down/
And took my face into both hands/
And all the romance/
Faded/
From your face as/
You whispered, "you are no man"/
I choked, gasped/
As I lost my pallor suddenly/
My power, mumbling/
Im my ear, clamoring, "we're in trouble, see"/
Im understand her subtly/
And I beg for forgiveness/
"As your witness"/
I scream, "forgive me for poor, ignorant"/
"Choices". "Youre sickening"/
The phone rings, "is that whore listening?"/
Our love is a corpse grinning/
A war simmering/
Is on the horizon/
And I find that/
Ive lost the one I confide in/
My trials/
Are climbing/
Back up the sheer wall of my fortress/
The door is/
Locked so theyll have an enormous/
Time to endure it/
I wont forfeit/
But Ive lost the battle/
That matters/
Im mad cause/
Im standing/
At the edge of my mansion/
Broken and famished/
Cause she's kicked my ass with/
The fact that/
Our love has become nothing, trust/
Is crumbling, dust/
Is rising, Im fumbling, rust/
Has set in/
I bet in/
A few months Ill be blessed with/
A new girl, but something just/
Wont go away, the troubling gust/
Of wind whispering/
A symphony/
Of regret and Im listening/
Im cunning, but/
Im stumbling, bust/
Because I couldnt discern between love and, lust/

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