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Devious act of calling me honey
Playing out in shades of cunning,
His devious act of calling her honey.
Tandem of boredom
Fueled by distant cargo,
Wields his caramelized loathing,
Scorning the sedentary clothing
Of expected and reflected.
Deeply buried in psychosis
Lay the whip of stinging attraction.
Covet her body to the edge of a fraction,
And leave herbcovered,
bruised, and abused,
craving for more of the same craving for more,
of the insane.
Thrust of true lust.
loss of true trust,
From a man who is cunningly honey,
Bored, but baggaged.
Sweetly hating conventional convention,
Uncovering his secrets in the seduction
of a goddess.
As he craves more,
as he takes more
from an obsession
of confessions,
Lingers, always lingering.
Never, letting go.
Never, letting, go.
