Vicious Cycle

On the day destiny called she didn't tell me anything other that what she was wearing
On the day that destiny knocked she came to me wearing nothing but a trench coat
And a pair of fishnets

If mankind wasn't susceptible to such hunger there would only be "six deadly"
So know that when you look at me you only observe me
You do not truly know me
I do not truly know you
But maybe our minds are on the same thing
Know that you are not alone
If there is an inkling of curiosity
All she must to do
"Cut the foreplay and just ask"
-Fight Club
We fight ourselves
Our wantings
Our nature
And it pains us because we simply refuse to
ask
But if you've never thought about it
You've never lived

I've forsaken love songs for music to fuck to
Booty mixes & stripper songs fill the void...
No wait. That's bullshit
Let me try again

I've forsaken love for fucking
Booty mixes & stripper songs fill my head with her lust
She dances in my mind uninhibited, free from the worlds judgement
Free from the insecurities that plague her mind
Free of heartache
It's not her love I crave for I am full
Full of myself wishing she was filled by me
Felt by me
Full of me
Desire creates...

Wait. That's more bs.

I create what I desire
From the top of her head down to her painted toes
Living fantasy
Warm doll featuring a heartbeat & opinions
The things that mortals proclaim as "beyond real"
I've shaped of clay

Innocent conversations pertaining to sex lives?
Pray tell me fleshling, how does that work?
Might you describe how he held you?
Will you tell me how he kissed your painted canvas?
Do you come to me to confess your blaspheming?
Was is to your delight?
Did you think of someone better?
Perhaps you thought of me?

I'll light our cigarettes

All that satisfies me wrapped in a beautiful sack of skin, blood, & bones
And she belongs to me
When walking through day dreams
Devouring what Morpheus has allowed my plate to hold
I consume her
Every time we embrace she wraps me in her warmth
As she places her arms round my back
My neck
My shoulders
This flesh draped in clothing
Holding me tight against her
Either stealing my heat
Greeting me with my name on her tongue
Or to the comforting of her mind
I pray they were her legs
That we were wrapped in comforters destined only to be tossed aside
That her name
And her body was on my...
...not including this one?... Six lines up, eighth word
And that I was on her mind

She is my dessert
She is delicious
Like great scotch or good whiskey
She is warm & inviting
"Face hug". Vulgar or honest
Both, neither, screw it
I want to
From Dusk Til Dawn:
"Richie, would you do me a favor and eat my pussy for me...please?"

Fantasizing through smoke filled conversations with bright eyed muses
The minds of men create illusions based on hope
Our darkest moments may happen during the brightest hours
My watch only tells the possible future
So when you ask me for the time I restrain from saying "To get naked"
It's half past 69 & I've only just begun

Never forget:
Chance, fate, & desire are stripper names
Karma is a bitch
But I wouldn't mind hitting that
Maybe she'll pay it back

Vicious cycle