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That Was Then This Is Now (The Remnants Of Yesterday)
That Was Then This Is Now
Satin and silken sheets, I never advised any one I was holier than thou
Loving the rendezvous and clandestine encounters as I kneel to you, carnal pleasure, felt upon the bow
Cash money for a taste of that sweeten peach and pouring of my honey
Fetishes, dark desires, wishes, the power given behind the clout
Catholic girl attire, paid to stand in the corner to pout, making me scream, you shout
As the world moves by
On to fulfill the next barrage of wishes, wet dreams, time surely flies
Paying me the Grover Clevelands for the rapture found between my butter rum thighs
From midnight past the sun rise
Private invites requested by air
Is the place of love…worth the sacrifices, which brings no worries, certainly no cares
That Was Then This Is Now
A wad of tax-free cash, I could afford me another pair of Manola Blahnik, Steve Madden stilettos. my tuition paid for this semester, passed up, damn and wow
Escaping the nightly bodily thrills
To get an arousal up to my standards… witnessing the popping of Ecstasy pills
Past and present colliding, surviving the need of self with an enduring will
My moans, their echoing groans, the payoffs wisely invested, lump sum dispensed to me , yet paying my own bills
How deep does love really go
When embedded lust is your creed, the need, your desire to please
Denied passion... shhh…if only one truly knows
Silken passion, begging for completion, under me in any fashion
Feening to feel that deep, tight, penetrating thrashing
Hopping on a plane, naked in your bed
Bound, gagged... hot wax drips, soothing the tip of your head
That Was Then This Is Now
Key 5 still wet…mm you now got the towel
Unlocking the calling of my heart
On the canvas of time, my tongue, etching upon your skin, my best masterful work of art
His tender brushstrokes to the crux of my soul
Lost in the blissful voyage without the upstream row
Drifting on soft serenity as the wind propels the blow
Taking my mind and soul to where only God truly knows
Naked I stand, as I turn around.
Smiling to seeing only one man, in the glorious state of my existence … mmm… very profound
That Was Then This Is Now
My altered state of reality disallowed, disengaged, and disavowed
Satin and silken sheets, I never advised any one I was holier than thou
Loving the rendezvous and clandestine encounters as I kneel to you, carnal pleasure, felt upon the bow
Cash money for a taste of that sweeten peach and pouring of my honey
Fetishes, dark desires, wishes, the power given behind the clout
Catholic girl attire, paid to stand in the corner to pout, making me scream, you shout
As the world moves by
On to fulfill the next barrage of wishes, wet dreams, time surely flies
Paying me the Grover Clevelands for the rapture found between my butter rum thighs
From midnight past the sun rise
Private invites requested by air
Is the place of love…worth the sacrifices, which brings no worries, certainly no cares
That Was Then This Is Now
A wad of tax-free cash, I could afford me another pair of Manola Blahnik, Steve Madden stilettos. my tuition paid for this semester, passed up, damn and wow
Escaping the nightly bodily thrills
To get an arousal up to my standards… witnessing the popping of Ecstasy pills
Past and present colliding, surviving the need of self with an enduring will
My moans, their echoing groans, the payoffs wisely invested, lump sum dispensed to me , yet paying my own bills
How deep does love really go
When embedded lust is your creed, the need, your desire to please
Denied passion... shhh…if only one truly knows
Silken passion, begging for completion, under me in any fashion
Feening to feel that deep, tight, penetrating thrashing
Hopping on a plane, naked in your bed
Bound, gagged... hot wax drips, soothing the tip of your head
That Was Then This Is Now
Key 5 still wet…mm you now got the towel
Unlocking the calling of my heart
On the canvas of time, my tongue, etching upon your skin, my best masterful work of art
His tender brushstrokes to the crux of my soul
Lost in the blissful voyage without the upstream row
Drifting on soft serenity as the wind propels the blow
Taking my mind and soul to where only God truly knows
Naked I stand, as I turn around.
Smiling to seeing only one man, in the glorious state of my existence … mmm… very profound
That Was Then This Is Now
My altered state of reality disallowed, disengaged, and disavowed
Published 16th Feb 2020
Author's Note
Intermission during the performance of Swan Lake Ballet on 02-14-20, NYC
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