PerfectPointPleasure's blog: "Life's A Bitch"

Secrets the seduction queen keeps in her purse behind closed doors

I wait for her move, but instead I am pinned to the concrete floor

I don’t even know her name yet she knows all my lore and gore

The steam is hottest at black night when I could feel her colossal roar

She plays games with my heart until my fragile mind and soul breaks apart

All I do is give her my love every night, but I get it back in an empty cart

One of these days this woman will get stung by a sharp steel thorn dart

But until then I will try my best to step into the hectic city for a restart

Her clandestine liar of fire stays secret for now in the apartment of desire

What we all need in the building is something to get us much higher

But until the mystical drug store in the clouds remains chained with liars

We all have to wait until the tropical storm puts out the wires of fire