BEGUILE / abstain
Beguile my best sense of self, my sincere essence waits
as I do so my feelings a bait triple-fold
I spit gold but receive tin that sometimes grows to nickel, but NEVER turns platinum
Twisted is the recourse but I have become silly putty-That stage most women go thru
Its a sickness that's most entertaining to the numb nutt men that are waiting...
Beguile my best sense of self, my sincere essence waits
as I do so my feelings a bait triple-fold
I spit gold but receive tin that sometimes grows to nickel, but NEVER turns platinum
Twisted is the recourse but I have become silly putty-That stage most women go thru
Its a sickness that's most entertaining to the numb nutt men that are waiting...
This is a moment
Biding my time until I affix my eyes on thine that will BEGUILE n Bewilder
I soar in that highest of highs..a molten bittersweet lozenge He is!
But that kiss----------The tongue tie that doesn't insinuate innocence, pure abandon
Imminent heartbreak that grueling ritual
repetitive nature
EATS SWEET, BUT SWALLOWS SICKLY
smooth batter that transforms to prickly
pine needles to quills---THE FURTHER U LET HIM SPILL, into u
the realization is: It is not only milky secretions u've let into ure VENUS
ITS dudes soul; although, he may lie down as dead bodies in the ground
He ECHOES eternal
They fail to know its a demise
with they're cocks throbbng and wondering eyes
Hollow locust shells
In numbers WE r plentiful ourselves
Strength in numbers, so lets rebel...the fear of loneliness repels
we rever into indentured snails
I say WE....women.......Us
unite n purge this festering wound
We WILL be maimed if its not soon.
Biding my time until I affix my eyes on thine that will BEGUILE n Bewilder
I soar in that highest of highs..a molten bittersweet lozenge He is!
But that kiss----------The tongue tie that doesn't insinuate innocence, pure abandon
Imminent heartbreak that grueling ritual
repetitive nature
EATS SWEET, BUT SWALLOWS SICKLY
smooth batter that transforms to prickly
pine needles to quills---THE FURTHER U LET HIM SPILL, into u
the realization is: It is not only milky secretions u've let into ure VENUS
ITS dudes soul; although, he may lie down as dead bodies in the ground
He ECHOES eternal
They fail to know its a demise
with they're cocks throbbng and wondering eyes
Hollow locust shells
In numbers WE r plentiful ourselves
Strength in numbers, so lets rebel...the fear of loneliness repels
we rever into indentured snails
I say WE....women.......Us
unite n purge this festering wound
We WILL be maimed if its not soon.
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| Sha Bella |
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