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Allured and Scared

March 3, 2021 Dave Patel
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I saw you sitting in the corner,
Wide-eyed,
Dying to live,
Freshly plucked,
Waiting to be touched,
Anticipating our glances to coincide-
Turning away when my perimeter hits your focal point-
Circumcising all my hope-
Sodomizing my advances-
Homicide to my intentions-
Subscribing to three years of my attention-
Hoping shit wouldn’t escalate to the point it was driven to-

I still wanna taste you-
Wrap your legs around me the way you did-
I see them criss-cross the horizon-
My hand clutches the meat of your body-
We gave each other shotties till the sun came up, and left quietly-
Get comfortable-
Start to emit animosity, unknown prior to,
Non-existent in reality-
This born again is sick pleasure to your eyes,
Come wit it again and see despise shift to demise-

Blossoms everywhere, can’t escape or hide-
It’s a nightmare being allured and being scared,
Tug of war to my soul, ripped beyond repair-
Can’t compare,
Attempts failed and rejection, let’s play it fair,
Worse than a stairway leading to prison-
Better than a clean cut to your C4-
Please lord-
Help me see more-
And guide me away from this fucking detour-

Shackled to your ankle, slave in each step,
Can’t say a word without holding my breath,
Shackled to my neck -
Communication disconnect-
Lock me down indef - 
Bottoms up til my death-
Snuff this cat with my right-
Hold her down with my left-
I knew that pussy wasn’t right-
Cocaine on the dresser-
Kept me fooled like a simp-
Kept me thirsty like the desert-
All I do is see red now-
I’ll say it with my chest-

And still to this day you deny that you’ve affected every aspect of my mind, body, spirit, and soul,
And I tell her every now and then, it ain’t too late to come home-
Cause her skin’s bronzed up like the Trojan sun,
Sun revolves around her like she’s geocentric dunn,
One, two mic checks she got an MCs grip,
Diggin’ in her soul is better than rolling trips,
Getting dome from a thick chick in sandals can’t compare to this,
This may sound like some psycho-somatic-insane-bullshit,
At times, I’m starting to think it’s the mind in my dick,
Not the thought flow up here that’s gonna get my neck slit real quick~


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