"i couldn't make a move without making love"
You're waiting for wicked.You need warning that wanting everything will leave you with nothing. No one wants stew every meal.It's dangerous to know everything because no one has your everything.If you want to think inspiration is dripping from your thighsdon't read any more poetry. Don't let the man who does it do it. Not to you.If this is about you, then you have to wonder how fast a whore's tower is built, how rough the furious flinthow quick hunters snatch from quiversonce you lay the bait.you have to wonder what happens next when you will not find me.I, amusemaker become. Part one.Because I have always known you, you must stop reading. Stop trying and become desperate to pluck out every word you didn't need. Weed the garden for fruit.
I heed the warnings but never forget the wantsSome people eat the same thing for breakfast and lunchknowing is half the battle and I burned that white flag a long time agoalong with the hearts of fellow humansI've been up in the whore's tower looking downon all the men below trying to climb up, to rescue, to mock, talk me out of jumping.The words are my bait.Not finding but also maybe not looking-I do not have a green thumb.