Monday, May 19, 2014

SUNRISE - SUNSET

SUNRISE              -              SUNSET

MAY 19, 2014                     MAY 20, 2014

WHEN A MAN AND A WOMAN COME TOGETHER
HE PIERCES HER DNA…
HE INJECTS HIS LIFE INTO HER BLOOD STREAM WHEN
HE EJACULATES INSIDE HER WITH NO PROTECTION
WHEN A WOMAN RECEIVES A MAN INSIDE HERSELF
SHE ACCEPTS HIS EVERY THOUGHT PATTERN EVERY
EMOTION AND EVERY HEARTBEAT HE UTTERS
UNTIL SHE EXPELS HIM FROM HER
WHEN A MAN ENTERS A WOMAN
HE IS IMPRINTING HIS SPIRIT ON HER SOUL
AND SHOULD THEY CLIMAX SIMULTANEOUSLY
THEY CAN NO LONGER TELL WHERE HE ENDS
AND SHE BEGINS
WHEN A WOMAN PREPARES HERSELF
FOR A MAN’S ENTRY SHE RELINQUISHES HER
ESSENCE, HER PHEROMONES FOR HIS SENSES
SHE SUMMONS HIS SHAFT TO CREATE THEIR
ARTISTIC SYMBOLISM OF UNITY
WHEN A MAN INFLAMES A WOMAN’S TEMPLE
HE SEARS HER TO HIM
HIS SWEAT MINGLES WITH HER TEARS TO
FASHION A NEW TASTE FOR HER LIPS
WHEN A WOMAN SURRENDERS TO A MAN
SHE DRINKS THEIR CONCOCTION UNTIL
SHE’S DRUNK WITH PASSION ONLY FOR
HIM TO STIR THEIR COCKTAIL WITH HIS MANHOOD
WHEN A MAN COMMANDS THE BODY OF A WOMAN
HE STRUMS SWEET MUSIC INSIDE OF HER UNTIL
LIPS PIERCED SHE HUMS HER LOVE SONG
INSIDE HIS EARS TO TAKE WITH HIM WHEN HE
DEPARTS FROM HER
WHEN A MAN PLUNGES HIMSELF INTO THE EARTH
OF A WOMAN HE COMMANDS HER
TO BREATHE HIM
FEED HIM LIFE FROM HER BOSOM
WHEN A MAN AND A WOMAN COME TOGETHER
HE DIES WHEN SHE INHALES
HE’S REBORN AS SHE EXHALES

So Sir when you say to me you don’t understand why we can’t just be “FWBs”
I say to you I am a woman and you are a man. 
I am life and death in the palm of your hand.
Should I allow you to drag me across the lines of decency 
I will be you and you me.
I will not understand that you are married to another, 
I will not play on your second string squad, 
and I will not stand silently by as you walk away.
And if your actions, words, or afterthoughts don’t line up with what I’m saying there will be hell to pay in all of our lives because I will not rest until you are destroyed.

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