he had more
then a hunch
his belle had
also blinded
him
had he read
correctly
her lips or
was that a
slip
might she
maybe have
said mercy
instead of
merci
but the latter
he took to
heart and
so took
her
she was still
dead but no
matter be
for she and
he
to no degree
romantically
they would be
found and
bound
together
sexually
turned
dust to
dust
He raps his hand in my hair
He snatches it back and I can't help but to yell
I love it when he pulls it tight
He grips it and bites down on me just right
He then pulls out his leather whip
And smacks me until I buck at his will
My body feels like it's on fire
The pleasure he gives me heats my desire
He flips me over on my back
I can't move my body for it is slack
He bonds my hands and feet
I get excited about what I am fixing to meet
He lights the candle as it burns
He watches me and I start to squirm
He pours the wax on my skin
I am in so much pleasure my head begins to spin
All the things he does to me
Fills my desire to no degree.....
Living a life worthy/ anticipating a break like James worthy/ typing rhymes in my notepad/ I speculated it would be noteworthy/ glorifying Lord God, praise God, praiseworthy/ what is the, recipe, for success, I'm obsessed, broke like a mortal promise/ They scream can't isn't a word, however/ what's the word when you can't purchase a Hershey/ ya feel me, shooting for the stars, defensive first team I reckon I should shoot for another remedy/ grant a school grant and pardon that am•nes•ty that/ a hundred years like a century/ babies finally huggied up tracking dreams/ no common deaths/ tracking assassinations like John F. Kennedy/ to no degree am I being Moody to history/ no matter the degree, people crave a slice of history/ Uh check it Debit card has a low balance/ immune system is low and on a low balance/ drink a fourth on independence each day is a repentance uh Uh existing off prayer/ have you read the Serenity prayer/ Not my poem Sirenity prayer/ life, I call it a repair/ I'm down like downstairs/ but I know God has my back, backstairs LB
- Loverboi
Was strolling down on Lover's Lane
With you lingering next to me.
Aphasiacs told me your name,
My love forever: Irony.
Your eyes of polished solar hue,
Comparable to no degree...
And I would venerate them too
My love, if I could only see.
You love the seasons with acclaim,
Adore the sight of all the trees.
But then of course, it starts to rain
An acid that erodes the leaves.
But I confirm my love will last;
You may possess me endlessly.
My passion, never will it pass
Away, or go missing from me.
Despite my greatest efforts though,
There is one thing I cannot change.
It is your name, my deer, my doe.
The irony of love, so strange.
My love for you has now been slain.
As I was strolling down I slowed,
The sign that once said "Lover’s Lane",
Actually reads "Memory Road".