Day 6 (Lustful expressions painted romantic)

I wrote you a love song to portray throng and thrash rash brash decisions come first and never last but here was the problem long lost looks in your solemn faceless blank expression you wore matching earrings the pinnacle of societal pressure so unassuming all I could think was to undress ya appreciate the flower blooming of our fast gone last hour break and you told me that you loved me once and I said the same it was so much fun as tears did stream down distant phone cord rungs.

Leaking words like molasses given passes by our bleached white skin let the idea soak in and saturate our thin veiled walls of indeterminate measure behind our dreams and drunken pleasure there is no strong bond so stifle screams to stay together it’s for the better.

Hard press the soft flesh this death dance is for two and I forgot my shoes but room spins just the same with our left foot lame slide waltz continue on fast flash no pause for concern or a lesson learned our endless silhouette flaunts with light change death step close then peel back the lust for the right to complain in our heel toe kneel down refrain.

Must define must digest must control and must digress this funny feeling sinking in my heaving chest move swift my wispy friend the feeling of need rises again but its over we ended just a friend just a friend push to brink and end this pull back run hide but the feelings deride good intentions and contempt boils in to passion.

Lines blur blood stirs biological reactions soon occur eyes tare through memories thick wall of a lifetimes transgressions opening up to fickle obsessions no answers or questions only swift wrist flick undressing fevered caressing the pin prick of your finger tips in my jello molded spine the strange hum and whine of our bodies intertwined selfish desires lust driven blindness swallowed by the mires of our emptiness this empty nest is only will soon be  a bed for snakes to rest as we become the embarrassed and confused biologically roused and humbled mass of human mistakes and indifference need a million hammers to rebuild the fence to our happy home and all we have mortar and we’re on different sides.