||stages of love||

what's more fun what's more fun,
than a new someone,

that someone that you're an open-booked fool for,
one you'll strip not just clothing but moar.

cuz something's are worth showing,
when age dictates stage and makes worth a performing.

a dance, a jive if only for a smirk a smile,
warping time, swerving all else, skewing while.

oh how fueled imaginations get,
when mysteries are revealed at their opportune best.

score to rack up and a rack to suck, squeeze n' more,
most lose interest after first touches them players, them whores.

the most interesting of new comers bring indulgence,
makes for heartache simulation for psychos and for some penance.

chances taken only after hints n' tokens laid,
to roles succumb bread-winner n' maid.

but what of them moments that come years after,
what of sharing decades later, a kiss wedding night similar.

most people caught up in nourishing body and mind,
forgetting emotion and soul oh what a crime.

we pay tax to those that govern for the roads and means laid,
what of, then what of a creator that has everything made?

God is vengeful says my faith and stories telltale Abrahamic,
call me Christian but i can tell a calm before a storm/mass panic.

so as the bitches that ain't got no coin, their master sort,
most masculine ego forever in tatters over status naught.

barf i do ||a lil|| inside my mouth, when boys turn kawaii,
but to each their own fresh page, a record of everything i.

what a wild ride it been thus far for pseudo-simpleton Basmati,
when will these stages of fun turn into stages of love oh Yahweh.


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