They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder ... I don't know who they are, but beauty to me, is when I hold her. Shoulder her tears, her laughs, her fears, she's dear to me... so dear in fact that I react to her every move, I try to sooth her every aching pain even if I'm the one to blame Shame, on me for I'm her one and only and only the one scolding her with my forked tongue like a pissed off father to daughter...its not my place to regulate and situate her ever waiting hesitating debating mind. Indecisions from past incisions that have imprisoned her good judgment, I want to rise above it. I'm farther away than yesterday as I gave away the best of days to my lesser plays of poor choices and the multiple voices in my head... do what he said, but she says cradle her. Embrace her soul through the cold outer shell she's placed like the gates of hell around her bright light I see sooo well. She smiles, the false warmth is enough to melt the ice in my drink as I sink, lower into myself reaching out to her for help by overstepping the line of rational thinking, its emotional bashing, clashing subconsciously, she, doesn't kno it turns me on to be done so wrong, like that booty engulfing her favorite thong.
She's right and I'm left to the false belief of a pain so sweet it sweeps me off my feet, I repeat. A pain so sweet. She takes me, makes me and breaks me into a million pieces of a man, no a boy, her Kroy boy toy, and I'm in love with a fierce beauty that only I can see, deep down the true essence of her frown is the lack of a crown atop her head, she's a fairy princess that deserves the best and I've been chosen to overrun her fun, with this gun pointed at her, I grab her and say I promise this pistol is for your protection, her touch gives me an instant erection and although I grip her tightly, I know at any minute she can smite me, overpower my very soul. I'm at the mercy of beauty, a beauty so fierce, so loving, so agitating its asphyxiating... all this transpires through my desires for her kiss, her hips pressed into mine, divinity, my skin screams obscenities, bitch motherfucking please don't resist my whips and chains, this pleasure is pain... I must retain my position as a patient man, even tho I was damned...from the very first grip of her hand.
