The Curves...

I didn't wanna feel your skin flowing on the tips of my fingers. Again n again n again n again. Without an end. Damn how my mind spins. Fuck the feel of the drift. I believe I was lost in the distance of a world on my own. Having a disbelief in the simplest thing of hope. I had a belief that I'd prolly never make it home. As I constantly sidestepped hands feeling their way along the fleshes moans. Fighting a mental image trapped in the middle on the mind. Carried on through the course of a long lived life. Running from the correction of the hype. I moved with the curves that sway in the depths of night. Out seeking shelter from the mystery of where to belong. wondering how everything went so fuckin wrong. I'm off the rocker never again to be so soft. Knowing it was deeper than the hormones stroked that ended in flaws. As dreams haunted the memory that returns with a sigh. Damned is a man wandering with time. Having to let go of the contents that completed the defines of one of the same kind. I'm jus glad it was a forever ago that there was a possibility of a you n an I. I shook off the imprints left to devour my heart, Felt the sizzle sparkle its very last spark. In the dues of learning the curves I composed a work of art. Placed it in words for the world to one day read how luv loses its charm...