HAPLESSLY SHAPEN

I was never molded;
Carved or formed to
serve you. I
observe you. But, I
couldn’t resist the urge
to try and feel you
(up) and out. (Searching
for lustful ignition). In
the wake of no one
and nothing, I’ve had
both admiring eyes
set upon you.
I am not limited to my
own brand
of deviations: (im)moral-
incantations. And though
satisfaction evades me.Through

a plague of impossibility.
I endure, (just to spite…).
With mere (in)consistencies ,
I am swimming, in
my individual-(really,
very personal)-severed
pool of sin.
And this is what drives me.
Makes me savor, (to
the very last drop)- holding
my tongue out, in the
downpour of
my bad behavior.

(It didn’t take long),
determining-our
surface compatibility. It’s
red hot, entwined-excitability.
I know how this will end.
(My stubborn German,
spoiled-predictability,
proceeds me). I don’t do
statistics, predictions, or
hypocrisy.
I would rather
ride you out,
to the ends of the earth,
(sweet baby). I really think
your starting to
drive
me
crazy.

(I would devour you,
If I could only feel you)…

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