That Man…

Tell him…

That you love him

That you long for his body

You are ecstasy. He, the fantasy.

Court him…

There are things that he likes

Invest shrewdly; you cannot lose

You are the music. He, the lyric.

Touch him…

Seduce him incessantly

Use his body, he is yours

You are Qetesh… He, Pothos.

Nah Woman No Cry

If you can manage it

Except when you make love to her

Do not make her cry often.

In retrospect I suffer wisdom

Because I learned the hard way

Tears make up your love in her heart.

Every time you make her cry

You deplete her love for you

Happy tears though, fill love back up.

They get ‘cried – out’ sir

Then they feel nothing

Indifference is the opposite of love.

Godling (1)

Everything happens in, and for a season

Every word for a reason.

Loyalty, I fear, is a an expensive tradeoff

Apportion trust deliberately thereof.

Protect yourself at all times

Against love, religion – all the sublimes!

To be forewarned is but divine courtesy

Lips ultimately leak evil you cannot see.

Even if you currently have no clue

Read again, and glean a truth or two.

I Was

If I did not do it

It would not get done. 

It was always me

In retrospect, I was. 




I was the catalyst

I was the reactant

I was the reaction that set off our chainreaction

In retrospect, I was. 
I was the romance 

I was the lust

I was the dominant bankroll

In retrospect, I was. 

If I do not do it

Why can you not? 

I Am always me

Why, oh why will you not? ! 

If I did not do it

It would not get done. 

It was always me

In retrospect, I was.