Desire

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I tried to tell her stories that I hope she could envision.

But all she has is visions of herself face down

with her a** to the ceiling.

Stories about life and fate,

and if there's truth within

the promise of religion.

And how we only reach heights once

we receive society's blessings,

as if we need permission.

But then I look at her body

thinking to myself,

damn that body is appealing.

And about all the ways

that body could bring

me passionate feelings.

But then again

I'm trying to penetrate her mind,

get deep and intellectual.

All she wants is penetration from behind,

all motives towards sexual.

I manage to momentarily resist temptation,

but now I just want to feel that warm sensation.

Then I succumb to desire

and put my hand to the fire.

Then we do a lot of this

and that for hours

until we retire.

Then I recline

and let the blood flow back to my mind.

Thinking about the world

and how it's enduring its decline.

And how we have to conquer the world

and conquer all minds.

Before the clock strikes zero

and we're all out of time.

Like if you read between each line,

the motifs of life

will show you clear signs.

But we're wandering blind

with the wrong intentions at mind.

Next thing you know I have a beautiful seduction on my phone line.

She's telling me how she's feeling horny

and how she should be mine.

But I know it's just for a moment in time.

I try to combat feelings of lust

to try to give her some words of wisdom.

But she's got one thing on her mind,

so it's hard for her to listen.

My theories on the stigmas of life

and reality, she's missing.

Then she's on her knees for one reason and it doesn't involve religion.

And then somehow she ends up in my bed.

At one point I was just trying to get

some uncommon sense into her head.

Trying to tell her how sex

sometimes increases emotional distance.

Now all I can think about is a getting a little head.

And doing some exercise

without any intention

of focusing on the fitness.

With each and every stroke,

I revoke.

My conception.

Because at the end of the day

this game we play is all a joke.

Playbook signals

and audibles of misdirection.

Often I still aim to maintain my spirit, wisdom, and tenacity.

Yet at times I release

tension and lust

within this population of undefined chastity.

Just trying to steadily change the game drastically.

And make the world a place our

originators would be glad to see.

A world that resembles less of Hell

and more of something heavenly.

But I guess this Hell we live is just meant to be.