This errant beat, gritty
and raw has its own draw
propelling me
Where I should already be
by now.
Now don't get me wrong.
What I did I shoulda done
even, if it wasn't all fun
At least, I managed to get a few tongues
or two (shhh, or more)
outta the deal.
The cradle longings I nursed
are haunting me
beckoning, teasing,
almost daring me.
"HA! You ain't got it in you no more kid!
You old and weak now, hell
you won't last a week!"
DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME!
The quiet, merely a sponge
soaked and absorbed a million times over.
If I want it, it will be mine.
If I want it.....
Where are the damn keys????
