Is the show over yet cause I’m barely alive
seemingly upset but overjoyed with a new sense of accomplishment
Over anyone within a ten block radius
An orchestrated string of events being pulled in by a whirlwind of summer night air
I’m indulging the rich and starving the poor
Aren’t I grand?
They heard I was in town but forgot to mark their calenders
showing up as the lock was placed on the door
Bring back the accolades I traded in a long time ago for workmanship
I crafted my skills
now I’m at the top of my game
yet still a bottom
She hasn’t given up yet
I’m in for it now
Forty hours of mascara and dance hall moves only God would regret watching
a possible pervert?
a ridiculous skank on the verge of letting out an organic sigh of relief?
This reeks of ravage
our clothes shine like nobody's business in the corner of the room
Daring blanket art
Chivalry through a nuance
Am I hitting the spot yet?
Have I reached the point when I’ll be thanked for my technique?
If I could at least get a signature I could blow this popsicle stand to hell and back
Trust me the devil will appreciate what I’ve done with the place
He’ll grant me access to illustrious dining halls and ocean views
a personal caterer so I can pick at the meat of the sinners
It’s about time
I can’t hold it back anymore
our panting will silence the Earth
hot breath will eradicate treelines and cityscapes
For everyone to witness., but mostly just her