Anxiety Slaying Vigilante

I have a paper due Last Monday that isn’t quite out of the pen yet, and it’s laying on the desk like A cancerous growth of my mind Stress increased, end of the year rush I can’t seem to think Under-pressure of my very own imperfections, I’m so hard on myself sometimes it hurts But you know that, Papi While I recline on these Black satin slick silk sheets of mine I could care less about that particular assignment Because he’s teaching me Some sort of passionate secret of life Trying to transfer Knowledge Through lips Hips, thighs, hands caked with sweaty yearnings trying to wipe them off onto other parts of the body Eyes drunk with each other Willing to let him take me out of insecurity I can no longer hear dying cries and hopeless allies On the other side of the world NBC reports on subjects that don’t matter while there is a war Going on at this exact moment in time inside border lines, scientific battle fields The worst crusade of course Is within ourselves, cut and pasted with images from magazines Of anorexic models and expensive beauty Is a product of the mindless Sometimes I cry at the cruelness of the world trapping monsters inside until it kills me with the vile hideousness of truth the ugliness of it all disappears When the lock clicks and he walks in untying reminders and tearing off worries like anxiety soaked garments brassiere, lacy underwear jean skirt, denim shorts LA Dogers hat on the floor When I’m willing to let him Touch these curves and handle this lust so dangerous Slice this demon out of me Heart panting, rock hard against so soft, scorching friction contact Back-arching Offering some sort of sacrifice To this mocha skinned, dark eyed Hardworking nine to five Still smelling like sweat and gasoline one winged Angel Throwing his halo over the bedpost and leaving it to become A vigilante warrior attempting to save this damsel in Distress, undressed and Please save me, baby