Tired Valentine

Decompressing respective ideas longing for that one-night stand that lasts eternally. Spell bound, hell's hound awaits near the fiery depths of my personal hell. Grid locked, stripped hot women surround me with STD tears longing to find someone near as fear guides another man with a beer in his hand. "Will you dance with me perty lil lady?" lately that's the line echoed through the silent violent aching head of mine. I can visualize him standing there without a care, taking her home on a dare whispered in his ear from her.Then three days pass as a fiery feeling eminates from his passionate loins. Taken for a ride, dipped in groin heat stripped and has a fever to itch where no man need to. Caught that flu from someone new, another piece of strange. That dame did take him on a ride not of joy but of a bug she deployed deep within. Glad him not me, left the scene after the dance. Crashed at my place with a bottle of Jack Daniels and coke to chase my guilty thoughts away. Didn't make that move as my heart grows cold, bitter as vinegar wine, and left here to mope as another tired Valentine.

Decompressing repressed thoughts of her, of you pounding pavement with each step closer to her apartment. Watching from a distant as you move closer, grab her hand and pull closer. Tug as she shrugs it off and allows you to kiss her on that right cheek. That's my cheek, forbidden to be touched by anyone but me. See you flee, skipping to a beat in your head, full of heat. Grabbing your phone on the way home, then racing back to the apartment door. Knock, pulled in, rocked by the jerking of your hand. Damn, taken in, giving in, willingly submissive as the walls close in. Full of sin from within, left with a burdensome thought, agony of knowing but glowing inside from lowering yourself to do what should of never been done. Oh well, fuck it, it's just another Valentine's Day passed, and no one has to know. This grows my heart cold, bitter as vinegar wine, and left here to mope as another tired Valentine.