Firespikes
Sexy machine
pumping iron
yet knew
how to breathe
worldly
muscular
bad ass
metal
muscle
I’d wave
my flag
all day
Love
it or
not
I see
it in
your
eyes
when
you’re
between
my
thighs
I don’t
mean
too
but
I
like
too
why
I ensue
If
I really
don’t
matter
then
don’t
let me
matter
I look
at the
clouds
tonight
through
my window
between
the
wipers
you
were
still
there
I’m
here
like
thunder
in the
middle
of
the
night
I
have
you
in my
sights
yet
you
knew
there
was
no
no
turning
back
no
turning
back
I
don’t
do
anything
without
intensions
thunderstruck
I’m
yours
it’s
your
choice
to
refuse...
Like
tiny
little
thirsty
fingers
I
laid
down
wrapped
around
you
craving
thirsting
for
only
what
I know
you need
what
I
have
I
feel you
I
see you
everywhere
I
told
you that
Stupid
apple
peels
slipping
on
the seeds
johnny
slipping
on the
seeds
rooted
planted
so vascular
your
organ
what
lies
below
your
surface
nodes
are
peaking
anchored
into me
perception
of needs
clinging
to my
hearts
walls
you
move
upward
downward
inside
out
storing
my
humildity
humility
in
your
pockets
saving
them
for
later
when
you want
when
you
will
parasitic
too
close
to surface
restricted
by your
own rock
impeded
growth
increased
absorption
is it
the
chemicals
or
the
physical
that
keeps
you
feeding
from
me
supplying
me
with
your
posion
your
weakening
drought
I taste
acidic
taste
it
feels
it
my
orchid
just
a
host
for
you
until
what
until
I
become
extinct
or
coevolution
does
my
evolutionary
interest
make
you
thrive
make
you
feel
alive
so much
that
without
you
I am
I could
not
exist
resist
I try
weakened
I am
shake
you
I might
feed me
or
wean me
of
your
touch
taste
haste
if it
only
leads
to waste...
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