Grim Habits

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Before Your Eyes Take That Ride

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Before your eyes take that ride

Left step, right step, I explode – pop – slam – into your sight.

Starting with the feet,they’re small and sweet; then ride up the calf, so smooth and neat. Keep riding up the thigh to the…Stop!

Before your eyes take that ride, look into mine where my soul resides. Make friends with my pain before you think about the gain.

The journey continues over the rear, keeping in mind the point, “most dear!” – then it’s up the abs I keep in shape, to the mounds of heavenly woman’s…Stop!

Before your eyes take that ride, look into mine where my soul resides. Give me a reason to believe, what’s found within cures your need.

I hold respect to a higher view so, when you think to follow the cues; the heat in your body provides you; my eyes should be your first stop!

Within this face that stirs your need are the orbs which grant you leave so, before your eyes take the ride look into mine and abide; there’s a world within this form that tempts your ardor’s norm and seeks recognition for its value.

If you can’t then…Stop!

Before your eyes take that ride, look into mine where my soul resides. Make friends with my pain before you seek the gain.

Darkness

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Lost in a world of darkness waiting for the key. I pound. I scratch. I wait for eternity for the one who finds it important enough to look for me. The dark is like molasses or quicksand slowly, dragging me down. I fear the end will come before the light comes home.

I scream for help but the sounds of contentment drown my pain. Ever do I slip farther away; calling, ever calling, for the one who sees me. If anyone hears it must be faint, like the buzzing of a mosquito to be swatted at blindly.

There’s a world out there, I do remember. The locks on this prison are not for me to break. The might of heroic effort on the part another is required. A specific champion who sees into the dark and finds me; the invisible one who speaks but can’t be heard for the important messages of celebrity doings most wonderful.

Crawling to the wall in pathetic disdain, I try once again for it’s all I’ve got. The echoes of my torment keep me company.