The Me I Don’t Wanna Be
An introduction
A glance, a smile
A drink, maybe two
Stay for awhile
Eight-ball falling
Deep corner pocket
Pass the big stick
Cue up and chalk it
Outside the window
Demons cry in pain
Are you afraid of the Devil?
No, my God keeps me sane.
Mr. Throttle man
Sir Navigation
Salt and Wind
Wave sensation
Smooth talk
Lying eyes
Knowing hands
Trembling thighs
Skin and sweat
Deep hard sex
Behind me...you
And slippery flesh
Snow at your fingertips
Me...at your feet
Four-story lover
Dream without sleep
Glass wall reflections
To gain a better view
Of sins to be forgiven
And to teach me something new
President Grant and his twin
Thanked me for my grace
A wake-up call come early
As the tear falls down my face.
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