Creativity's Reprieve

Sundress, no panties
Lift your skirt a lil higher
And gimme my kiss

This is for the Queens
Whose outer beauty is matched only
By her radiance that shines from within

Whose presence among us
Lets us peek into the window of perfection

We see you

A crown of your natural hair
Adorns your head
Comfortable with the perfection
You were born with

And besides
Scalp massages and tracks don’t mix

The way you combine brains and beauty so seamlessly
Has me caught somewhere between love and lust
So I guess I’m lost

Until I find my way inside of you

Your body, your mind, and your heart
Because a Queen like you
Deserves nothing less than the world

Your love is a drug
It’s safe to say I’m a fiend

Love drunk from the taste of you
With eyes like ecstasy
And cocaine kisses
Come a little bit closer
And let me catch a contact high

Been clean for a while
But I’d relapse for a dose of you

Hold tight, hugging your curves
No brakes, full speed down this highway of lust
No shortcuts and no detours on our joyride

Slowly…

Carefully…

Exploring your contours and hidden corners
Til I discover the place where your pathway divides

I drop into 3rd and dive in, I mean drive in, slow
Cuz there’s no need to rush

The purr in your chassis is my green light
So buckle up and hold on
Cuz we got a long road ahead

You tread the fine line between good and bad for me
My vice I just can’t quit
But when it feels this good
Why should I want to?

My Devil from paradise or
My Angel from below
You whisper sweet poison in my ear
And light my passions aglow

And the more I want you
the further from me you seem
So the nightmares I’m with you
I’d take over being alone in a dream

Is this Heaven or Hell?
Your presence makes all the difference
But the fact your not here
Seems that trip to paradise…I missed it

Been clean for a while, but I’d relapse for a dose of you

My stomach’s uneasy, unsettled
Never been this bad before
Got me feeling a little queasy
Might lose my lunch all on the floor

Feeling hot, kinda feverish
Palms sweating, I’m not the same
Can’t seem to shake this feeling
Had to take a break from running game

Worst feeling in the world
But I love it at the same time
Guess I’m a bit masochistic
Cuz I won’t let it go, it’s all mine

What to call this affliction?
Going crazy, every day a little more
I think they call it love sickness
And you might be my only cure

“She was beautiful, the way a forest fire is beautiful.”

I saw this tattooed on someone yesterday and it instantly got me thinking of that last part about the forest fire. And as strange as it seems, there is something beautiful about a forest fire…beautiful and destructive. Something so devastating yet simultaneously mesmerizing. The very definition of a contradiction, a beautiful disaster.

It’s scary to think that of something so dangerous and damaging as a forest fire can be hypnotic and beautiful, what things in our lives have we let hypnotize us with their beauty, hiding the danger and destruction that lies beneath. I’m sure we’ve all fallen victim to the siren’s song (Greek mythology reference alert) before, I know I have. But how can we recognize it and avoid it before the consequences become all too real and the danger unavoidable? Don’t ignore the signs…