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Two Dates (pt1)
Playing frets
Okay, less I forget
I had two dates yesterday
One at the alter and the other at a bay
Oh, how glorious it is when you speak from the pulpit
Pews of assembly with resounding lift
The vile you spoke of is the very one that seduced you
You go in circles to meet same old flaws hull a hoops
I left the church at noon with a nice dish of provocative thoughts
Oh Gosh, but how much more of my guts?
I took a trip to the Northern city zone
And there, this angel was waiting for a clone
I'd scarcely looked in her eyes
Each time I tried, I grew cold as ice
She said
"You shy, right?"
Oh!
I gave her a warm smile
"No I just been thinking of how much emmm"
I lied
It was all fun on a long run
I got trapped at dusk with smells of new musk
We saw off each other in a repeated opposite traffic
I rode off in the nights cold showers
Oh my!
The rider was an angel
He manipulated the pot holes as we flew up the hills
I held on to the carrier as I enjoyed the ride in fear
The narrow road with canopies of trees over it was as silent as the place of the death
I got home safe
Paid the rider and generously asked him to keep the change
Okay, less I forget
I had two dates yesterday
One at the alter and the other at a bay
Oh, how glorious it is when you speak from the pulpit
Pews of assembly with resounding lift
The vile you spoke of is the very one that seduced you
You go in circles to meet same old flaws hull a hoops
I left the church at noon with a nice dish of provocative thoughts
Oh Gosh, but how much more of my guts?
I took a trip to the Northern city zone
And there, this angel was waiting for a clone
I'd scarcely looked in her eyes
Each time I tried, I grew cold as ice
She said
"You shy, right?"
Oh!
I gave her a warm smile
"No I just been thinking of how much emmm"
I lied
It was all fun on a long run
I got trapped at dusk with smells of new musk
We saw off each other in a repeated opposite traffic
I rode off in the nights cold showers
Oh my!
The rider was an angel
He manipulated the pot holes as we flew up the hills
I held on to the carrier as I enjoyed the ride in fear
The narrow road with canopies of trees over it was as silent as the place of the death
I got home safe
Paid the rider and generously asked him to keep the change
Published 1st Apr 2017
| Edited 2nd Apr 2017
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1st Apr 2017 9:34pm
Flowing Write Sek8!!!
This reads as a man determined to stay right with his mind!!!
The allure of religion, the allure of angels...tis better to stand by what one knows is True by his own self!!!
Excellence in Delivery Good Sir!!!
This reads as a man determined to stay right with his mind!!!
The allure of religion, the allure of angels...tis better to stand by what one knows is True by his own self!!!
Excellence in Delivery Good Sir!!!
2nd Apr 2017 12:20pm
Killer flow man, as usual. Loved the themes and images prevalent throughout, very powerful.
Talented pen, Sam!
~anonshadow😏
Talented pen, Sam!
~anonshadow😏
