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Hidden Confidence
Has the song grown cold?
Over an essence of liquid gold
I've poured myself to shine
My provocative sway laid out like a shrine
Only for it to be folded up in a rush
Always so "hush hush"
What's the secret?
Cat got your tongue?
Is there something needed to be said?
Do you need me to tell you to open your mouth.....,
To be fed?
Because your starting to stutter
I'm sorry.....I don't listen to mutters
But if your lucky...I may just hear
And trust, to hear I don't have to be near
So back up out my dimensional clutter
Unless you want to get mind fucked and mustered
prepare for a mobilizing game of
Toying blame and counterclaims
Till we reach our lustrous reward
Who's will be the first will to bend and frame,
To this spiritual fortune and fame
You ain't ready....
Ha!
Acting like you want a taste....
What, you really think you could handle
A woman who's worth is so ample?
Too good for just a sample,
So you may carry my silk in an ampoule
Just so we can be interlaced day to day...
Nope....
You must not be ready
Because fervent moments must scare you
You must can't handle what you relate to
Since this magnificent fairy tale
Would be to orgasmically tragic to
tend to any temporary need
Scared
Of the possibility I could be the one
To end your promiscuity
And want to settle down
With the gem of infinite bliss
Surprised by my cockiness?
So is my divinest sense....
Of sudden revelation
That I am a decent creation
Even if labor has made
physical depreciation
I glow a heavenly elation
So I wish a profound damnation
To all competitions in your cerebral tree
They wouldn't compare to the queen I would be
to your king
Your checkmate to pawn piece
Never exposed...
I would guide your Adam to my Eve
We'd exchange votives through linguistic sheaves
Spend hours in succulent force
Allowing you any coerce
Braiding our outer and inter course
Pleasures I know would be passionately coarse
But.....this force
Is just to much for you....
So ill stay quietly amused
Wishing I was really bold enough
To exploit this view
Over an essence of liquid gold
I've poured myself to shine
My provocative sway laid out like a shrine
Only for it to be folded up in a rush
Always so "hush hush"
What's the secret?
Cat got your tongue?
Is there something needed to be said?
Do you need me to tell you to open your mouth.....,
To be fed?
Because your starting to stutter
I'm sorry.....I don't listen to mutters
But if your lucky...I may just hear
And trust, to hear I don't have to be near
So back up out my dimensional clutter
Unless you want to get mind fucked and mustered
prepare for a mobilizing game of
Toying blame and counterclaims
Till we reach our lustrous reward
Who's will be the first will to bend and frame,
To this spiritual fortune and fame
You ain't ready....
Ha!
Acting like you want a taste....
What, you really think you could handle
A woman who's worth is so ample?
Too good for just a sample,
So you may carry my silk in an ampoule
Just so we can be interlaced day to day...
Nope....
You must not be ready
Because fervent moments must scare you
You must can't handle what you relate to
Since this magnificent fairy tale
Would be to orgasmically tragic to
tend to any temporary need
Scared
Of the possibility I could be the one
To end your promiscuity
And want to settle down
With the gem of infinite bliss
Surprised by my cockiness?
So is my divinest sense....
Of sudden revelation
That I am a decent creation
Even if labor has made
physical depreciation
I glow a heavenly elation
So I wish a profound damnation
To all competitions in your cerebral tree
They wouldn't compare to the queen I would be
to your king
Your checkmate to pawn piece
Never exposed...
I would guide your Adam to my Eve
We'd exchange votives through linguistic sheaves
Spend hours in succulent force
Allowing you any coerce
Braiding our outer and inter course
Pleasures I know would be passionately coarse
But.....this force
Is just to much for you....
So ill stay quietly amused
Wishing I was really bold enough
To exploit this view
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