Posts Tagged ‘ sweet ’

Devil In a New Dress…Tip toeing not so siliently…

she arrived in all white

simplicity…

stealing the room of all eyes

they would follow she…

who is questioned of being an attention whore

well possibly…

but in honesty

her modesty

was never ever a question

however when questioned

she would laugh it off

violently…

You can see the devil in her eyes

and quite frankly

iT

 frightened me…

because this wicked woman

can do whatever with whom ever she wants

and like the 8 ball in the close left corner pocket

she has gotten me…

with my guard and pants down

while on top of  my lap like a saddle she is riding me…

similar to flies to shit & bees to honey

hoes to money

with want & have

 there is no, stopping me…

 iT

would take the full strength of Christ

to push this bountiful beauty of flesh

up off of me…

Lord may your will be done

because my will is having fun

and right now my legs can not run

so please pardon me…

Heal me of my weakness

that sin has seemed to clog up like an artery…

I LovE YOU

I am more than just fond of thee,

but this little thing

that is fondling…

has a gorilla grip

damn that dress

& all other things

that has taken over me not so silently

Sit & Wait

I sit

and I wait,

fait

is sure to come.

I’ve noticed never when I want it

no matter how fast I run,

towards it

I absorb hits

still leaving me with none,

of the excitement

fear ignites with,

waiting

you’re no fun

Killer Bee

20120322-053909.jpg
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