A Game of Sorts

What is this feeling

You give me your lust

Molding it like clay

I dunno what I'm dealing


I play the role

You play yours

A symbiotic playground

Where we all play fool


Let's make some waves

On this sea of pleasure

Where losers are self named

And the games a maze



We can use harsh or kind words

Let's just keep it going

Be one with this herd



Fetishes alight like a candle

Burning passion within solemn hearts

Performing this all too familiar dance,



The trap but laid,

Like a spider's silk,

Entrapping this animal instinct,


Like a symphony,

The crescendo comes,

A duet of harmony brought about,

As the fog lifts,

The ants return to their colony.

Cronus and Zeus ►


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