The environment was graphically quiet
Like a silenced riot that have been pushed passed its bias
Cracks in the walls has stress fractures
They were leaking lactic sunlight into the bowels of tranquility
Making the flickering light guilty by association
Dissipating the last traces of restful sleep contracted to me
And how I became the specimen in this petri dish of a moment?
A contorted vision from a female who had "panic issues"
Thinking that she is the last girl on Earth that would suck my dick...
Not to be raunchy but that was the only thing that kept us together
Her head game was as mediocre as a sandwich making clown in a cooking competition
Using ammunition from previous relationships was egregious at best
Finding it pretentious that she best the rest of the group of exes
So I moved like a nomad from a beaten home
Paying fourscore upfront in a decrepit domicile dawning its face in the Michigan Mile area
So now the sun is my alarm clock....
Between the static nature of the news and the lady next door fucking for rent,
I make it to the edges of the street, completing the tasks of what the sun asked for
I had this job, it was helping me rob Peter to pay Paul
Allowing few trips to the mall to stay useful to female suitors while acting within my freshness date
But this walk to my job this funny ass morning became the journey that Moses couldn't take further
Like there was some innocent demon ready to enact this vile commission of fate
Made it to my desk where a chess piece of management calls for my presence
Testing the resolve he prods with questions, didn't I tell you his sister couldn't suck dick.....
Trying to find a legit reason to fire me, he inquire about my new digs
As if to imply that the slyness of his personality wants dire straights to be serve as his swig
Thirsty as he was I gave him a taste...he spits it out with a twisted disdain
I return to my real estate and hash out paperwork like no tomorrow
I won this round for today....
By three ticks passed 4 I'm headed to the door as I served my time
Line up at the time clock spotting this cockroach of a boss watching me
Possibly his taste now wants to rearrange my face...
I couldn't be mad, I would do the same
But a saving angel with flame red hair and hip boots intervene
Waif a serenity stream that left ole He-Nuts in a delusional haze
Aiding my escape back to the cracks in the wall now spouting night fall
Laying on the bed watching a vertical holdless television, the wood knock on itself
Not answering to the calls I open with a mannish demeanor to ward off kids playing
Laying on shoulders that was naked as Eve's ass in Eden's grass was this angel
Flaming the hallway with her color
Smacking on the lifeless gum trapped behind her beautiful lips
Questions had confusing answers
She enters and comments
I respond and gesture
Between the words and movements heightening the conversation
Nakedness overcome the scene
Spit slathered nipples and dripping pussy lipped juice on my tongue mixed with the flickers of shadows
Grinding springs, bouncing ass cheeks, throbbing dick thrusts
Ingredients that lead to a deep slumberous state.......
Waking at the sun's call again I am amazed
The randomness of last night
Who the fuck was this girl of passion
Flaming 7 of a lucky horseshoe
Bad ass chick who suck dick like a pro....
Then I hear a click from my temple....