RMC

I can stop myself from all

impure thoughts that I ‘ought

not think about alot fraught

my curse curves aren’t forgot.

I hear us in the night up nights

talking about sweet things.

Hear my heart hear my pain

she did and my tense back stings.

I’m here in the deep dark

recesseses of memory please

Lord let me remember clearer

the bliss near her I shake in knees.

Slave I was to a barbaric youth

in my own silly ways the truth

is that I never loved anyone but her

who took pain away and soothed.

I was a glitch I had no nitch

in the bigger scope of life.

I thought I could live simply

with a beautiful home and wife.

But never not now I shake

as the cursor quakes away fake

platitudes my attitude is true;

I think of her with eyes awake.

I’m over everyone but her,

blonde hair and voluptuous lips

have me shiver to my bones

I could never ever her stop kiss.

My torture has come full circle

and I’m grown and have known

warm arms around me charm but

alarm is harm she still overthrows.