I feel great vibrations coming through the front door.
She hits the switch to reach sexual bliss; but doesn't
come to the meaning anymore. I feel quotations embodied
on my brain. I tie them up and repeat them backwards.
My fingers trickle down times legs, heavy breathing
sets in. I was frightened to hear times moans, but
when the climax set in her notes brought me home.
All I remember from our last experience, I tore it
into pieces; then basked in the loathing that filled
I remember thinking, "There must be something in
the air tonight. I can't seem to grasp this distant
As I looked into her yellow eyes, turning my souls repent.
Twisting inside my intestines, giving up unbending intent.