X Sta C
It’s when he has your mind, Intertwined,
with his fine, wine and dine,
of his time, no longer confined,
To your inner mind,
It’s when you find yourself lost,
In his emotions, lotions, and potions,
With or without his inner personal, Emotions and or devotions
It’s when you find yourself melt,
With the wealth of his physical, Soulful, & spiritual self
It’s a yearning, a burning, confirming
the passion and fashions of satisfaction, with his orgasmic reactions
It’s the knowing of his controlling,
And performing, in a way you end up conforming, to his alluring morning
It’s when you find yourself prolonged,
With a love song, gone wrong, In a place you don’t belong
It’s when your body quivers
With jitters, getting bitter, Yet still wanting him to come hither
It’s when he has your mind, body, and soul
Out of control, cause of his masculine role,
and undeniable hold, I don’t know why he got to be so cold
X-STA-C
The best of me, rejecting me,
caressing me, un-protecting me, I’m no longer safe you see
X-STA-C controlling me
With his fantasies, of projections in me,
No longer free, From his touch of X-STA-C
Copyright © Tr Kilbourne | Year Posted 2007
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