Patience is a loaded gun resting against your head,
Pleasure is pushing it against the temple and squeezing the trigger.
Patience is grazing a razor blade over and up your wrist,
Pleasure is digging it into your skin and severing the vein.
Patience is enduring the nagging voice of your partner,
Pleasure is snapping their neck and watching them fall to the ground.
Patience is drawing pictures with a knife on naked skin,
Pleasure is thrusting it deep within and feeling the warm blood on your forearm, dripping off the nails of your fingers.
Patience is a loose rope around your neck,
Pleasure is stepping off the chair and challenging gravity.
Patience is the ledge of a skyscaper,
Pleasure is a swan dive into a sea of asphalt.
Patience is a hammer in the hand contemplating murder,
Love is a blunt object.
Pleasure, is being the one standing along side and goading the deed along.Helping the thought through to forishion is the pleasure. The knowing of the forthought is the orgaism and the lust of the mind. But,being the pusher is alway's the cream of the dream. The lust and carnal brutality is the pay ofF. Hey what can I say my name is APOPIS your lust feed's my gut MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM tasty to your last drop SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...
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