Position this jaded pallid body
On the fluid silken sheets
Of your pallet of misrepresentations…
That’s right…
I found a way to make your
Bed of lies…
Beautiful… I
sn’t that what women do?
We make our toxic relationships…
Pretty…
See when you
Kiss me with your
Excuses and justifications…
I call it passion…
How does the scent of sorrow
Smell so sweet in my nostrils yet
Taste so acidic upon my tongue?
Cascading solvent ecstasy…
Liquid affliction masked by
Reassuring gratification…
Allurement of intimate riches…
You…
Camouflage your
Executions of chicanery
So eloquently…
Lying lips lick love so lightly and
Make loyalty look so likely…
Erasing and eliminating
Fearful faithlessness…
Until…
I cry out…
Supplications…
Begging for you to…
Please…just stay…
Abide here…
Immortally…
And all will be fine…
Until your next
Unfaithful endeavor…just…
Position this jaded pallid body
Upon the fluid silken sheets
Of your pallet of misrepresentations…
Kiss me with your
Excuses and justifications…
And listen to these Hope{LESS} sighs…
As you work your magic…
What you do to me…
Is a travesty…
But I let you do it…
Again and again…
My mind telling me to
Ask you where you’ve been but
All that comes out is
Breathless cries between
Erotic sighs of…. …
“damn baby… Yes…right…there…”
As you run masculine fingers Through silken hair…
And you whisper a faux “I adore you baby…”
In my ear…
And I want to say…
“What’s my name…?”
Not because I’m vain…
No…because I want to see
If you’ll fuck up…because I
Think you call us all baby
As a safety net…just in case you
Mess up and forget which
Pussy you’re in…
See…I have to fight the urge to
Lose my class and sensibility
Lose the woman in me…
And realize… It’s you pullin’ the fuckery
And the tomfoolery…
And even though I see her face
As I look in your eyes…
I can’t resist you…
As you grip the hips
That almost bore a child for you…
Yet you…
Continue to do
These things that you do…
When you lay me down…
In this bed of lies.
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