Fiend..

I fiend for a dream that I can believe in, I dream of a Fiend with extreme will power... Shes still sour, sweetness devoured and spit out a child for any and every man who'd speak eternity at their peaks, between her sheets discreetly kept a secret.. I fiend for a dream I can believe in Seduction is the root of reproduction it's symmetrical.. Stressing and loving, clubbing and fucking, changing lovers and changing pampers damp with piss poor expenses, and she just can't stop spending and he's most likely thinking forensics... Whose is it. Ups and leaves her with the quickness and the sickness is a pandemic, a sea of sorrow and a crowd of fools waiting to swim in it. See they had relations but no ship and the shit between her hips was the gift he'd been dying for.. Foundation slipped away after she slipped off his dick to find it raw... All mistakes are a counted for see that's what lifes designed for. So that we can explore and experience the seriousness of seduction. Do you feel productive letting him slut you play you like a fool after you've come through and you may not like the truth but it's all in what you do. Falling sometimes soothes the soul and the lonely nights get old, washed and used and sent back home... And only an asshole would condone not knowing what you should know but going the lengths that you do go and it all is summed up with one word... Lost. Trying to find that moment of being wanted at all costs fiending for a dream she can believe in wishing she had the option of a better place to conceive in stuck in the projects and never leaving so their subjected to having no achievements and she wants to do better but no one has given her good reason to fiend for a dream she can believe in, she's never had a chance to explore her creativity or allow her imagination to wander so she can't wonder of a fiend with extreme will power. And she can't stop seduction from being what it is, she can't stop hating the men she chooses or loving her kids. There seems to be no way to reduce it she has to be the seducer, proving that seduction is the root of reproduction.. And when she's stuck with the timeless memories that lasted no longer than he did and she's still fiending and I swear to god I'm dreaming everytime that I see a fiend with a pipe or her everyword on his mic it just don't seem right once the light hits it, for everytime she fights with that extreme will power. She will every month, fiend for every week, a dream every day. and lust at every hour.

Sincerely, Poetrii