A-Y-B-O

“A”
I applaud you for knowing who you are.
When so many have forgotten their beginning
You plan to journey back.
When you speak the mother tongue
I feel like I have traveled back with you.
You make me appreciate my roots.
You make me remember that I should be proud
For I was born from greatness.
You seem so simple yet complicated.
I choose to stay and learn
Just like the complex game of chess
There are a number of possibilities
To whom you may be?
Where this relationship can go?
I choose to play.
Only than can I learn.
Learn with repeated play.

“Y”
Sensual words of honesty
Flow from your lips and kiss mine.
The word sexy has been officially changed in the dictionary
To incorporate your picture.
Everything about you seems so lovely.
Your voice wraps around me and hugs me
As tight as a child would hug their favorite bear.
You laugh as though you’re taking over the world.
“Just yours” you whisper.
You tell me I have officially wondered onto your world.
It was easy,
For you left the back door open for me.
Regardless I was planning on boldly knocking the front door.
You ask me not to burst your bubble
For you want to soar to new heights in my world.
At this point I would not dream of it.
You charm so well.
Yet refuse to be anyone’s prince charming.
I hope that chance.
For I see you’re potential.
You’re like a burning candle flame,
bright, bold and beautiful.
As long as you do not fall into the hands of callous people.
People who rather blow you out,
Than watch you burn.
I choose to watch you burn.
Maybe than you can lead me out of darkness.

“B”
Is it possible to separate the man from the beast?
The question is do I want to?
Your words drip of rawness
The images you arouse are shameless
Your conquests are numerous.
So why is it than
That I still want to play?
If I do
Just if......
Can I keep up without getting lost?
Without loosing myself?
Is it a must that I ride all the rides?
Or is it possible to just enjoy the view?
Is that breaking the rules?
If so who writes the rules?
Rules restrain
I want to be able to explore your mind,
Sometimes your body.
I however do not want to be just a number.
Maybe infinity,
The last,
The first,
The one.

“O”
You and I have never met.
I hope never will
You are an illusion on a good day.
A fraud on the rest.
A thief in the night
A liar in day light.
You are the figment
Of someone else’s imagination.
For I met A-Y-B
They make the man.
You my friend
Are just a little boys fading past.
He has grown up.
He is becoming a great man
Soon you will cease to exist.
Than again
You were never really here.

"Twisted Elegance"

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