My Beautiful Twisted Love Story
I had a crush.
Only one that I showed sentiment
It was clear I was out of my element,
A cat drowning in water longing to be a fish
just to grow gills and get hooked to a line and start frying
Aligned to cocaine to replace her diet coke diet
And her lovely glasses.
A virgin addicted to the idea of splurging
I’m exaggerating her use of weed and Mary Jane
But she’s too easy on the eyes so it’s hard to complain
And her cousins where just as attractive but they lacked class
Quick to show their ass,
and breast so I thought much less
of them but still I had wet dreams and getting in between
I was addicted to worshipping their true religions
and getting in their genes
but back to my distant ancestor of the tainos
who were slaughtered
She was a surviving daughter.
One that had me caught up
Blood red lips and hypnosis when her hips switch
She kept an invisible gun that many men couldn’t see
She used it to shoot them down when they tried to approach
Some would fight the wounds while some tried to float her boat
But she refused to board any relationship
Her last had a passionate flame for the dame
But she was nervous when he undressed and exposed his heart
Quickly becoming a zombie with his identity decaying
Love nonsense was all he was saying.
He handed her his heart, she handed it back
He had fell for her hard, he landed on his back
But enough of the side story,
Because I caught her in the bathroom for demons
Sharpening her hidden horns and fangs
I looked away and before I looked again
She had on a name-brand halo and vintage wings
She would switch if you so much as blink and wink
Knowing she caught you off guard
And in the same second she would become a mirage
Wasn’t sure if she was a friendly ghost.
But she was some sort of monster trying to haunt you
It was apparent she was still a child in a growing world
Highly photogenic as she ran marathons through my temple
Tempting me to commit suicide in search of other elevens
In heaven
Looks grabbed my vocal chords and squeezed me to silence
So my internal emotions quickly became defiant
She smirked and unplugged her wireless controller
It was frequently on my thought frequency
Mind games and she thought of me all the same
I looked as her as a lover, she saw me as a victim
She had many forms, a wife, porn star, video vixen
Constantly switching but no one ever knew the last two
And all these enticed me.
She caught me one night when I was least guarded
And most hormonal.
She had on Versace glasses with medusas face
She had me petrified and I had yet to make eye contact
with the snake, but her voice was an unseen booby trap
She walked to me in slow-mo and dragged me to a portal
I didn’t stand a chance in this dance I was a mortal
Her room was where we laid at, it was all black
Opened my eyes and she laid me to rest by her breast
She caressed my neck trying to alleviate stress
She knew, all along she understood my feelings
And how she was appealing.
She had my soul by her grip and she planned to take it
She snapped her fingers and had me naked
Hell was in her insides, sitting in her womb
She showed the entrance
About the same place as my tomb
I dived in headfirst and the transfer had begun
She spoke orgasm fluent and she stole my souls fluid
I looked to the ceiling as I climaxed
There was a mirror
With little inspection I noticed she showed no reflection
It was me screwing myself over.
Suddenly the spirit came, it was done, she claimed
Blood dripped from out of her low hips,
and her lower lips
I fell back into the portal and woke up in my room
Memories of her lost
But I could never shake her touch
Cursed with lust from a forbidden love
So I searched every entrance in hope of getting that feeling again
Consciously out cold lusting for a soul….
