Back End of the Curb (redefined)

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    Back End of the Curb (redefined)

    A Fling is all we were and could have been
    knowing this I still cant get you off my mind
    You are a drug I've instantly grown addicted too
    I am coming into your territory, your rules I'll bend too
    Feast on me tonight, its just one night
    I am the snake and you are the charmer
    Given over to lust I've become entranced by want
    Surging through my body are the desires of my manhood
    Your words make it so hard to leave the trap you set
    I am willing and consequences mean little to me right now
    past the point of no return
    this is everything I thought it'd be
    Is it wrong to like you more then the night would allow?
    You are my fling, or am I your fling?
    Toy with me I am all yours
    Chew me up and spit me out
    Stomp on my heart and throw it away
    This is easy, you have done this before
    Play the part, you two faced whore!
    To think that I allowed you to tear down my defenses
    Jealousy rides me like an attached emotion
    Which one of the boys gave you those diamond rings?
    I can see how they look at you each night you go out
    Frustration swallows me whole
    No words escape my hallow scream
    I wanna find the words to make you understand
    I swear you’re so loose you cant hold yourself together
    Flirt and spread your deception
    However, I will take in what I can tonight
    Or wrestle inside to flee in redemption
    The truth is, I want you so bad
    But I know you will burn me in the end
    I am addicted to this game we play, addicted to you
    I am your fling

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    EbonyQueen48 commented on Back End of the Curb (redefined)

    03-29-2009

    this is so beautifully written and your feelings are truly felt through this piece, i love this poem, check out my stuff, holla at ya sista!!!!

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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