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Phaded {The Moral Clause}
we're not pretty people
maybe once when we were young
and full of wonderment
but then we stepped off the porch
and the world happened in a microwave instant
smearing us in every shade of Sex
without a moral clause
so as humans
it's up to us to discern and decide
our yea's and nay's..our do's and don'ts
our admissions and omissions
with that said, baby
I'll never ask you about your body count
cuz the only count I'm concerned
with is how many times I'll get to enter
that fine azz body of yours
I'm not here to be a fuckin buzz kill
and dry up the coochie
naahhh..I'm trying to
secure me a spot on the roster
maybe I can be your back up power forward
when your Carl Malone is indisposed
and you need someone
who can take it strong to the hole
besides,what's the point...what's the end game?
it's not like I'd expect you to tell me the whole truth
nor do I think I could handle the whole truth
so go 'head and take your ghosts of lovers past to the grave
It's not my place to hold you accountable
that's what your demons are for
I got my own demons to worry about
not trying to do double duty
I'm only interested in how you're givin up that booty
while we're in the land of the livin
so let's create our own memories to take into the afterlife
let's fuck like there's no tomorrow
and refrain from making false promises
in the heat of the moment
cuz emotions can get hot and heavy
camouflaging Love..using Sex as a carrier wave
tethering us to a whole new reality
where we try to convert
a simple fling into the real thing
leaving us out here
game goofy with rose colored glasses
trying to imagine a life outside of the bedroom
with my 480 credit score
and your stalkin azz baby daddy
both of us delusional as fuck
all cuz my dick performed an amazing Jedi mind trick
and turned me into your favorite Avenger
right before your eyes
while your pussy squeezed all the common sense
outta me with a quilted poem from
Maya Angelou talkin 'bout
''and still I rise, and still I rise''
and now...
all of a sudden we're supposed
to be on some fabled lost lovers type shit
betrothed from a past lifetime...our bodies bequeathed from
from the ancient runes of Atlantis
reincarnated in this time/space continuum
as reanimated stardust
here to reclaim our rightful inheritance
restore the faith to all of humanity
and whatever blah blah blah...
ahhhh
the lies we sell ourselves
when we try to put a moral clause
on a blank social contract
never really vetting one another
all because Sex reigned mercilessly through our bodies
wetting our debaucheries
with all of its thunder and lightning
tsunamis and avalanches
floods and hurricanes
giving us honeymoon after honeymoon
after fuckin honeymoon until
one day
the honeymoon ended
maybe once when we were young
and full of wonderment
but then we stepped off the porch
and the world happened in a microwave instant
smearing us in every shade of Sex
without a moral clause
so as humans
it's up to us to discern and decide
our yea's and nay's..our do's and don'ts
our admissions and omissions
with that said, baby
I'll never ask you about your body count
cuz the only count I'm concerned
with is how many times I'll get to enter
that fine azz body of yours
I'm not here to be a fuckin buzz kill
and dry up the coochie
naahhh..I'm trying to
secure me a spot on the roster
maybe I can be your back up power forward
when your Carl Malone is indisposed
and you need someone
who can take it strong to the hole
besides,what's the point...what's the end game?
it's not like I'd expect you to tell me the whole truth
nor do I think I could handle the whole truth
so go 'head and take your ghosts of lovers past to the grave
It's not my place to hold you accountable
that's what your demons are for
I got my own demons to worry about
not trying to do double duty
I'm only interested in how you're givin up that booty
while we're in the land of the livin
so let's create our own memories to take into the afterlife
let's fuck like there's no tomorrow
and refrain from making false promises
in the heat of the moment
cuz emotions can get hot and heavy
camouflaging Love..using Sex as a carrier wave
tethering us to a whole new reality
where we try to convert
a simple fling into the real thing
leaving us out here
game goofy with rose colored glasses
trying to imagine a life outside of the bedroom
with my 480 credit score
and your stalkin azz baby daddy
both of us delusional as fuck
all cuz my dick performed an amazing Jedi mind trick
and turned me into your favorite Avenger
right before your eyes
while your pussy squeezed all the common sense
outta me with a quilted poem from
Maya Angelou talkin 'bout
''and still I rise, and still I rise''
and now...
all of a sudden we're supposed
to be on some fabled lost lovers type shit
betrothed from a past lifetime...our bodies bequeathed from
from the ancient runes of Atlantis
reincarnated in this time/space continuum
as reanimated stardust
here to reclaim our rightful inheritance
restore the faith to all of humanity
and whatever blah blah blah...
ahhhh
the lies we sell ourselves
when we try to put a moral clause
on a blank social contract
never really vetting one another
all because Sex reigned mercilessly through our bodies
wetting our debaucheries
with all of its thunder and lightning
tsunamis and avalanches
floods and hurricanes
giving us honeymoon after honeymoon
after fuckin honeymoon until
one day
the honeymoon ended
Published 3rd Dec 2023
| Edited 9th Dec 2023
Author's Note
circa early 2000's
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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3rd Dec 2023 8:15pm
That was an excellent write. You seem well seasoned in this life, like you understand the depth, but still make your writing fun and flirtatious. And hot and sexy.
That's a skill
That's a skill
4th Dec 2023 2:20am
I have a doubt..to comment or not?? you hide poetry.. but I liked this very much...commented last time too on this.. well hope.. Specially I'm in love with this image.. Thank you
4th Dec 2023 2:22am
Dude we recently had this same thought with a particular someone in mind. We was thinking of a poem along these lines but dude all we have to do is have them read yours. To tight
4th Dec 2023 5:28am
7th Dec 2023 2:39am
Fuck body counts. But hey. I like the bravado, the way the narrator is blatantly wooing the subject with alternating rhetoric. You have the pathological need to fuck and the nihilistic ‘none of this shit matters’ and I dig it.
Nice piece.
If you wrote it a decade or two ago, you should consider streamlining and elevating. Clean up some of the Circa 2000 slang and bite the throat of the subject with definition and action.
Good read, my friend.
