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opposites attract

I don’t

get it

I really don’t

understand,

how one

can make “love”

to someone who

doesn’t comprehend,

fates 

twist and turns

calculations

supply and demand,

two different

walks of life

one glorious beast

with two backs,

it’s of lust

so inside

im aware

that its bad,

but this a

new demon

that I’ve never

ever battled with,

I’ve never been

so deep

so lost

so intimate,

the soul

off to the side

waiting for me

to take a  stand,

to get up and leave

but this feeling

has control of me

it wrapped around the neck,

starting with kisses there

then down

to the

chest,

then the digging 

of her claws

leaving scratches

on my back,

me lifting

tossing her

rag doll esq

she wants fight she gives a slap,

only enticing me

do go even deeper

to make her

lose wind/gasp,

she likes it

she loves it

im told not to stop

because she’s about to climax,

my god

my temptress

oh my

how opposites attract

Killer Bee

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Uh oh
I fell Into
The hive
again,
Wanting
Some honey
Leaving with
Thoughts of a bad man.

She’s such a
Soul seductress
In her vague
Ways,
Teasing Just enough
To leave me
Thinking about IT
All day.

I can tell
All she wants
Is complete
Attention,
Which
Isn’t a problem for me
Since I’m the type
To get completely obsessive.

Me with many
A question
And her process
Like a factory line,
Theres a queue
But she doesn’t
Service
One at a time,

The type Of Queen
That will
In all spheres
Eat you alive,
Which If you’ve kept up
With my ramblings
Know i
don’t mind.

Im a sleeper cell
With a Vest strapped
Just waiting to
blow up in time.
Does she
know this?
That isn’t a
Concern of mine.

Who you allow
In your circle
Can
Burst your bubble,
Age knows
No restriction
And You my dear
You, spell trouble.

The last thing
That I need
Is another reason
To be on my knees,
So Who am I
Who is so demanding
To Be the one
begging please,

Shew Fly
Fly away
And please don’t
Bother me,
But caught damn
Is honey Sticky sweet
Damn the allure
Of the Killer Bee

Dont Look Here

i cant be

every where at once

so where ever i go

i have to leave my mark,

sometimes

to seduce
sometimes

just to create a checkpoint

where i can restart,

feelings of the past

leave behind

and ahead

a guilty spark,

that can ignite

at any moment

choosing the time

is what becomes

the art..

 

a matador

never fights the bull

unless its

a little hurt and tired out,

the element

of surprise

leaves jaws open

uncovering the mouth,

that breathes in

all that i need

to some how

get you to shout,

in pain

from my void

that it creates

even more doubt..

 

you’ve combed

a cleaned out your house

but i tend to leave

tinier bread crumbs behind,

that blends into

the carpets the floors

your soul

your mind,

the heart

is easy to manipulate

because wounds heal

with time,

but they also

leave gaps

that reminisce

yearning for what is no longer thine…

 

in hopes that

reverse psychology

triggers your

anatomy,

touching

the same spots

i would when it was

just you and me,

whispering

the same words

that would set

your mind at ease,

is done not only

to appease

but to also

keep you at your knees…

 

give not

attention

to what isn’t

deserved,

what hurt

once before

will hurt

even worse,

the enemy

clings

to what isn’t

so for sure,

any doubt

and hope

can be used

to make you slur,

what ever lines

that may have

taken so long

to even paint and curve,

what goes up

must come down

hence how gravity

brings us down to earth…