Blanket of Lies
I’m slowly dying ... being pillow buried alive,
and ain’t nobody’s pity coming
to prematurely save me
I fell into this death trap of my own crypt choosing,
when the creeping lust
of a sultry smile
enticed me so hypnotically
I shouldna went scuba diving for pearls only skin deep
Whispering desires wrapped around
my lascivious, madly buzzing mind ...
Entombing this naked truth —
I was in a web-caught moral decline
She passionately covered my fake naïveté
with a blanket of silky lies
My virgin pretenses got cocooned
by a sly black widow so fly
Oh, woe is butterfly me ...
so delusional, as not to see
what was happening
around the warm fireplace lit cozy
I was being pulse poisoned
by a scent pleasure sweat fantasy
Her lipstick negligee pleas
wanted my gentle, caressing touch of
bosom acquiescence
With empty resistence,
I yielded to the fatal kisses of death
Paralyzing inhalation of erogenous stimulation ...
she then sensuously took
whatever chaste dignity I had left
Her silhouette hungering ravished me,
as she feasted on my bio-cellular needs
Slowly draining every tear drip
of pulmonary sustenance,
she cradled me in a dying ember embrace
Whispering low, vow falsities blown so sweetly;
allaying these lullaby fears ...
putting my vulnerable doubts to climatic sleep
She said she would nuptial lie
in a cold dirt bed for me
But I’m the ungroomed bridesmaid
folding the coffin sheets
The woman of my demise
said forever
she would always love me
As her softly woven blanket of ecstasy lies
slowly suffocated
my willingness to breathe
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