Locked in a cage of uncertainty I see your darting eyes... I see the wrongs I have made. As I see the lights go down in your bedroom from across the alley-way I play the right reality in my brain... my lips worshipping every inch of your flesh Instead of his hands violating your tenderness these needful things Not his selfish ways. When he comes into view hatred forms in my brain I let my self go and feel your pain When he gets your love for free and I sit and watch I have the urge to fufill my dirty pleasures When he is gone and you are all alone I am the ghost in your home. The spirit I have become- A swirling concoction of frustration and lust a friend in the back of my mind But a lover when I prowl your room. I hit the foot of the bed, you are asleep I pull back the covers and in I creep You think I am him but with one distiction My primal urge to fuck has no definition I devour your body, lick all crevaces Moaning in liquid lust, well fall together for eternityBirth sign: Aquarius
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