Hush..

The feeling of drowning off into sexual pain and misery over and over again makes me so weak without a doubt.

All I keep thinking is living between droughts.

Deep down inside I pout,

Hushing all my desires under a rug,

Sweeping depressingly, talking finessingly,

Sweating profusely,

Shaking my hands pacing back and forth could she see straight through me?

Someone grab some rope and tie a muse for me,

It’s going to take a while to lose my breath because i’m too true to me,

I don’t know if she could do it for me,

She rants and rants about how she knows me,

I just shake my head and seep my chin down to the floor lower and lower she doesn’t know me,

If she did she wouldn’t be questioning where I’ve been,

Or who are them,

And going out on a whim to take a guess,

And trying to suppress the thought in her mind that might be right,

I hug her tight,

Because even though I feel like i’m loosing and bruising her heart,

I just might take that chance to open up inside the dark,

My skin begins to swell the more I dwell,

The pain I can’t get away from vs the pain i'm trying to prevent,

Got damn she’s not getting the hint,

Long sleeves in the summer time while sitting in the hot heat listening to sublime,

I keep thinking of this Dom of mine,

How she cringes my spine,

I just hallucinated the amount of slime dripping from my mind,

Maybe it’s because it’s too fucking hot outside,

I’m sweating my ass off because I have too much to hide,

Even when I go inside I keep my clothes on through the night,

Her cravings begin to eat away at mine,

Now she’s starting to wonder why my shirt won’t untie,

I squeeze my eyes shut trying to teleport my way out of here,

She looks as if shes gonna rip my clothes off, she can smell the fear,

How long can I keep this a hush before the end is here.