Reinventing the dawg in the middle of the smoke.
He will reemerge as he exhales his last choke.
From within the cloud of luvs faking face....
The beast remembers the selfish games.
Living deep beneath my hidden secrets amused.
Waiting to reveal his own abuse.
The back up out the back door known as plan b.
To the dawghouse n back to the one left that begs to be free.
Lingering in movements satisfying sacred dreams.
Wondering about with ease from backyard to side doors.
Sitting in a comfortable state of mind, it's the tamed male whore.
The me wanting to claim me once again as mine.
A lil here n a bit more over there playing Sancho stealing time.
The anxiety is frustrating the way it feeds the crave.
Blaming me cuz the dawg within thinks I'm afraid.
Yet in between the particles of dust the memory jus wants to be touched.
I know he dreams of the pleasurable lusts.
Selfishly feenin to be flush without emotions.
Exploding with emptiness's false devotion.
It's the dawgs pound that thumps the bump.
Beating in his chest cuz luv is no such luck.
The k-9 times untold numbers stands leashed drooling with desire pulsating through his sight.
The hound in me sits at the edge of me falling into the night.
Howling jus past midnight n gone before mid day.
He remembers the life before captivities cage.
The stray that hadn't a need in being claimed for he was free.
N awaiting is the step of no returns fling.
Chasing tail up the skirts of trees.
He lives for he knows his growl is heard in the way he breathes.
From a young pooch to the legendary hooch.
A Theroux bred ladies man behind the truths.
Set in the glossy glazed eyes unfazed by chains.
Jus wanting to be let loose to own his reign.
He will reemerge as he exhales his last choke.
From within the cloud of luvs faking face....
The beast remembers the selfish games.
Living deep beneath my hidden secrets amused.
Waiting to reveal his own abuse.
The back up out the back door known as plan b.
To the dawghouse n back to the one left that begs to be free.
Lingering in movements satisfying sacred dreams.
Wondering about with ease from backyard to side doors.
Sitting in a comfortable state of mind, it's the tamed male whore.
The me wanting to claim me once again as mine.
A lil here n a bit more over there playing Sancho stealing time.
The anxiety is frustrating the way it feeds the crave.
Blaming me cuz the dawg within thinks I'm afraid.
Yet in between the particles of dust the memory jus wants to be touched.
I know he dreams of the pleasurable lusts.
Selfishly feenin to be flush without emotions.
Exploding with emptiness's false devotion.
It's the dawgs pound that thumps the bump.
Beating in his chest cuz luv is no such luck.
The k-9 times untold numbers stands leashed drooling with desire pulsating through his sight.
The hound in me sits at the edge of me falling into the night.
Howling jus past midnight n gone before mid day.
He remembers the life before captivities cage.
The stray that hadn't a need in being claimed for he was free.
N awaiting is the step of no returns fling.
Chasing tail up the skirts of trees.
He lives for he knows his growl is heard in the way he breathes.
From a young pooch to the legendary hooch.
A Theroux bred ladies man behind the truths.
Set in the glossy glazed eyes unfazed by chains.
Jus wanting to be let loose to own his reign.