It’s time I told you the truth,
It’s time I laid my soul bare.
It’s time I advised what I think,
Would happen if you were not there.
I think I’d die slowly,
A malignant malaise would unfold.
I’d die of a broken heart,
My body’d weary, prematurely grow old.
So I beg you my Beauty,
I implore these words you read.
I beg you my Beauty,
Never ever be rid of me.
Show me the whore inside,
The slut you hide from view.
Show me the wanton bitch,
And just what she can do.
Show me the depravity,
To which you’ll stoop to get off.
Show me, give her to me,
And I promise to give all I’ve got.
I’m aware of what you do to me
Sensitive to every beat my heart makes
The acuteness with which my mind remembers
So full of myself, or so I sometimes think
But it’s you, like a river
A strong current that has captured
The skeleton that holds me together
So full of you, or so I sometimes think
The print of your hand
With its indelible delight
And I am floating through this stream
Enlightened by your love, awakened by our dream
And like a slinky, I move onto you
All fluidity, bringing to life your imagination…
You watch as I open my pretense like some tasty crustacean,
And I can see your dying to chew and ingest me
Here there is no sympathy
So, we pull each other apart
Is it against….or is it with?
All we know is that the devil is running…
And our bodies are keeping pace
Side stitches, fears of waylay
We become a marathon of releases
Mirror to mirror, and face to face
Truths are the vows we trade
Each of us holding the others heart, defilade
Love is our path of least resistance
In this bed, our true existence