the means to the end
were manipulated by the one
trusted soul, without remorse
driven by self satisfying
delusions, reckless abandon
and wanting
beings intermingled
in heated desire
amid the tragedy
the actions
the ideas
the movements
graphic
obscene
beautiful
the emotions
the feelings
the wanting
graphic
obscene
surreal
and the one
the chosen one
self chosen
directing every nuance
indulging in every
pleasure
cedes to the
realization
that
nothing planned
nothing plotted
nothing yearned
could ever be
this good
this intense
or
wicked
2 comments:
Hey, 'dreamer. Been awhile. Glad to see you're still watching over the early morning hours...
I do enjoy the still of the night.
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