was it the scent of a GOD or the stench of a DEMON? in the air she wondered as she wiped away the semen from her hair she felt SCARED her eyes fix 'pon the door she never felt that she could be the WOMAN she now saw she needed someone to TRUST her life in suspense cause accidents can happen in the throws of anal PASSION like contraction mute patterns map her DARKEST fears it's only fear that supersedes the TEARS that now appear
so did she mean to CROSS the line OR just a game she play? with certainty she carried on but now she has to PAY or can she save herself she prayed to JAH almighty only the CRACKS between her fingers saw him body move slightly wrong or rightly together frightened FUGITIVES of PLEASURE the swellin's 'pon her legs attest to when them try fi sever whether never is enough she knew the PROMISES they made the promises they made the countless promises they made
it's too far-gone since the purgin of DESIRE the only way to have your way it now transpires is to KILL or be KILLED then cover your tracks with all the sentiment gone there's nothin colder than the facts
BLACK BLACK BLACK
thoughts frequent meetin's were ILLICIT she wanted what he needed VIOLATION not diseases body freezes then teases acts of SQUALOR and FRENZY there's no envy or holdin onto future PAST memories it's explicit but disya kinda t'ing dem now PROHIBIT from the spillage she hovered on him one last though him FACE taut and wretched weepin soars INFECTED in a breath him summon up a whisper in her ear sayin somethin 'bout the governance of SEX,LIES,FEARS it's now on every other corner it's now on every other corner...
the PROMISES they made the promises they made the COUNTLESS promises they made it's now on every other CORNER