Why do her blonde waves entrance you?

I can dye my hair to match…

Why does her pout make you melt?

I can act young, wild and cute…

Why do her swaying hips elicit groans?

I can learn to walk in stilettos…

If I pretend I’m her…will you?

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Despair, the stringent fear and fretting woe

Oh, somnolence, the lust for sleepy tread 

That wicked idleness, the feet won't go

Then tardiness, the framing time now dead  

What, negligence? Thy wording did not heed

As indolence avoids the task at hand

Ah, peevishness, an angry blood red seed

Volcanic eruption from this rage you invoked.

I'm spitting this fury watching you choke

On consoling phrases lodged in your throat.

Cough up your compassion as you emote

Apologies pouring for this anger you provoked

But this outrage flowing has no antidote

My wrath you're enduring cannot be revoked.

Craving your touch, desiring you too much.

Never getting enough, overlooking the times rough.

Calling you mine, thinking it is fine.

Not showing affection, yet afraid of rejection.

Mad over nothing, always hating on something.

Burning with jealousy, seeming like your enemy.

Denying my mistakes, turning into distant fakes.

It was only her eyes that spake 

Beatles ignited the mysterious sneaky gripping flame

Only her smile created constellations of darts 

Crippled with fear,  my heart beat imploded 

As the fix effused my bottled emotions 

Black and blue,  she wept in commotion 

Please tell the judge I am innocent 

my envy would be a toothsome beastie

if i could pull myself away from

my reflection fair. as it is i

cannot be bothered, my petty rankling would

only be a chore. it would be 

too far beneath my station to crave

she who warms another man's depraved bed.

I, the beast of dissatisfaction,

I, the patron poltergeist of habitual greed,

Shall forget my nature, yen of yen.

Shed my weapons, my every mean of possession,

Wash the blood from my hands for thee.

All you’ve ever had to be

Is willing to share my gluttony with me.

Greedy – I want to take it all

give me your worn blood and skin

let me feast ravenously on fresh hearts

torn between the man I want now

discarding used one I leave behind

tossed bereft on wrong side of farewell

hoarding shiny men in poverty of soul.

She's so beautiful, have to fuck her,

Maybe if I had wealth she'd reciprocate,

We would laze nonstop, feasting on sex 

And she would see only me lovingly,

Of course, killing her husband is necessary,

But alas, I'm simply too lazy nowadays,

I guess I'll never have her myself. 

Envy: simple and innocent starts out green,

no ill will or jealousy, nothing obscene.

Then in creeps indignance, shading to pink.

"Why not me?" I'm starting to think,

"I am worthy. Have I not bled?"

Anger has bloomed, now darkens to red.

Then evil webs spin, blackened to sin.