Beast

Sometimes what one see visualy can be so delusional.
Like the beauty of a woman who’s grace is reputable.

So with respect I treat thee to the ultimate degree.

Always advertising my soul my loyalty focused on the bond.

But sometime the beast inside of me gets the best of my mind.

And get caught up and fall off the slippage of getting one track.

The thought process just in tales me to picture you from the back.

In all I really don’t tame the beast with effort for it is natural.

Cause I was made for woman to provide and be the king of our castle.

Otherwise until that point the passionate beast thinks of many.

On a continuous battle for occupation inside the heart pumping in me.

Make it happen almost take control of my actions while in heat all together.

But fighting back is that inner strength and wisdom telling me to know better.

As for now the beast just gets to observe behinds and rate them on a scale.

Objectify the she who breeds our seeds like a stripper for sale.

Occasionally indulge in a mutual touch.

Or repair the one with the broken lust.

No bad intentions or scheme of things coursing through it all.

The game of waiting sort of feel like a uninhibited continuous free fall.

So when waiting ends and I don’t see your breast fat booty luscious lips or inhale your elegant smell.

But see you for you the inner self except it all with the flaws the beast can go to hell.

By Kolin E.