Genuine Ecstasy

We started off love drunk, intoxication was excruciating,

Contemplating if this was real since we met through group affiliation,

Staring face to face, huge was her pupil,

But she was my ace, the card I would pull when stuck in a loophole,

A damn whore with a butt,

But I was her slut when we graced the dance floor,

Stuck in a trance with her hands on my pants,

So I looked left and glanced at the disco ball,

Controlling this romance from the top of the wall,

Slaves to the techno, wolves in the night though,

A damsel in distress, and I was the psycho,

Crazy was her type so her veins hit ice cold,

Frozen blue, morals went out of view,

And the needle slid off cue as we sinned to feel brand new,

She was my heroine,

That lonely leaf in the wind,

Smiling so hard her face didn't want to grin,

Until the music stopped and our faces dropped,

Snapped out of a dreamy state,

And woke up trapped behind reality's gate,

But when she touched my face and said everything was okay,

Our bodies drew closer and I heard her heartbeat where my head now lays,

On her chest, under her vest,

Beneath the stress, where her true soul rests,

For that night was meant to be,

Providing color for our destiny,

Cornered in the four walls of genuine ecstasy.

{-The Offbeat Human-}

Love Venn Diagram Pt. 1

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Her cell phones buzzes,

A quarter past eight,

I'm up bright and early but she loves it,

She turns on the television,

Thinking while she's sitting,

Contemplating this annoying decision,

But I know what she's missing,

A colorful life with perspective,

Something more reflective than a mirror's direction,

She's through stressing this,

But the pain stings harder than her slits to the wrist,

Now let's sip to this,

A new Big Bang Theory,

Our love bursts into a magnetic joy,

Spreading so clearly,

Lucky was I, hit by a meteor,

Knocking me to hell,

I mean Earth - where I sent affection from me to her,

But this was a secret to her,

Or rather us,

She and I,

The only two intertwined by the shoe strings of lust,

So she runs and runs,

In two big circles,

Pushes them together,

The center is for miracles,

The right is the good man,

And the left is she,

The one with the unsteady hand,

Head buried in sand,

Sketching the blueprints of our love venn diagram.

{-The Offbeat Human-}