The Burden Of The Host
As I stare into her unborn eyes.
I feel the burden of all my lies.
With her judgement she did recognize.
That I’m a liar.
With her skin pressed on my disguise.
The essence of her crux made me fantasize.
Of coitus relations on the right hand of my table side.
I’m a hunter.
I had no intentions of bestowing a gift.
Just one dark decline of a blissful kiss.
With a grip tight structure upon your hips.
I am disgraced.
With indiscretion at my lonely door.
A beckoned call for peace and more.
A intonation saying that I was wrong.
I am a mistake that you sadly called upon.
(2013)
I made a mistake once in my life....and now I must live with it.
