Desire

I tried to tell her stories that I hope she could envision.
But all she has is visions of herself face down
with her ass to the ceiling.

Stories about life and fate,
and if there's truth within
the promise of religion.
And how we only reach heights once
we receive society's blessings,
as if we need permission.

But then I look at her body
thinking to myself,
damn that body is appealing.
And about all the ways
that body could bring
me passionate feelings.

But then again
I'm trying to penetrate her mind,
get deep and intellectual.
All she wants is penetration from behind,
all motives towards sexual.
I manage to momentarily resist temptation,
but now I just want to feel that warm sensation.
Then I succumb to desire
and put my hand to the fire.
Then we do a lot of this
and that for hours
until we retire.
Then I recline
and let the blood flow back to my mind.

Thinking about the world
and how it's enduring its decline.
And how we have to conquer the world
and conquer all minds.
Before the clock strikes zero
and we're all out of time.
Like if you read between each line,
the motifs of life
will show you clear signs.
But we're wandering blind
with the wrong intentions at mind.

Next thing you know I have a beautiful seduction on my phone line.
She's telling me how she's feeling horny
and how she should be mine.
But I know it's just for a moment in time.
I try to combat feelings of lust
to try to give her some words of wisdom.
But she's got one thing on her mind,
so it's hard for her to listen.
My theories on the stigmas of life
and reality, she's missing.

But then somehow she ends up in my bed.
At one point I was just trying to get
some uncommon sense into her head.
Trying to tell her how sex
sometimes increases emotional distance.
Now all I can think about is a getting a little head.
And doing some exercise
without any intention
of focusing on the fitness.

With each and every stroke,
I revoke.
My conception.
Because at the end of the day
this game we play is all a joke.
Playbook signals
and audibles of misdirection.
Often I still aim to maintain my spirit, wisdom, and tenacity.
Yet at times I release
tension and lust
within this population of undefined chastity.

Just trying to steadily change the game drastically.
And make the world a place our
originators would be glad to see.
A world that resembles less of Hell
and more of something heavenly.