(no subject)
your eyes play host to subtle lusts
as slowly your medley attunes to my lyric
we dance in mellow spheres of
the night's essence
and you noted placidly
how long and incongruous
the dance of the deuces
had instigated your ruthless sequence
and i had no druthers
already consumed by your saccharine desirability
a clay pigeon to your semi-automatic
this very maxim is what cleaves me to
a dizzying, fantastic carousel
as the sweep of your gaze carressed
the lines of my weakness
my lids lowered in anticipation...
every sense melted in the grip of your will
the nymphet lost in your excess
for sense of clarity
we draw up these varied greys
the last strains reverberate in concentrated
(insecurity)
as your beauty reflects in blush, dusky rays
flittering in and out of the night
where profound revelations whisper
and i arch like your back
when i drew my finger across it
then settle back to the volatility
of your notes and tremble in the
haunting radiance
of their veiled passions
(i long to play in your key)
as slowly your medley attunes to my lyric
we dance in mellow spheres of
the night's essence
and you noted placidly
how long and incongruous
the dance of the deuces
had instigated your ruthless sequence
and i had no druthers
already consumed by your saccharine desirability
a clay pigeon to your semi-automatic
this very maxim is what cleaves me to
a dizzying, fantastic carousel
as the sweep of your gaze carressed
the lines of my weakness
my lids lowered in anticipation...
every sense melted in the grip of your will
the nymphet lost in your excess
for sense of clarity
we draw up these varied greys
the last strains reverberate in concentrated
(insecurity)
as your beauty reflects in blush, dusky rays
flittering in and out of the night
where profound revelations whisper
and i arch like your back
when i drew my finger across it
then settle back to the volatility
of your notes and tremble in the
haunting radiance
of their veiled passions
(i long to play in your key)