Looked upon your face mesmerised by the light that hit your eyes. I was trapped in your gentle gaze supple gentle
Vaselined lips soft to the eyes but dangerous when connected
To
Mine
Deeply I felt them connect in my head at least.
Then you spoke lost in your mirage
I only got the last elements
You’re from north london right
Unknown at that moment a force
I could never shift or break from had me
In a trance
Captivated, but only on house arrest
I didn’t actually need you but you needed me
That was your Play
I was your mark
Your darkness laid between your elegance
And niceness
You enveloped yourself
Like a gift to be treasured, dazzling but as new gifts go you try and figure how to use them.
Especially the ones you don’t need but shine brighter than you could imagine
Deadly in our exchanges of sexual pleasures
I touch you methodically to create a need out of a want we both desired…
Transferred between your thighs was a drip that raised the hairs on the back of my neck as I was unselfish
Not knowing this was why?
I was “perfect”.
Young, Hungry, Selfless and In A Place
I Did Not Need To Be With You
The Days Replay Months Shuffle
As I look at the cell behind the picket fence.