SMELLED the lavender scent,
wanted to TOUCH but didn’t yet have consent,
he could HEAR her sweet melody,
and desired the TASTE of her lips,
this thing was real, of that he was convinced…..
Tempted by our five senses,Hearts left defenseless, why are we repeatedly victims, when out of the trenches comes love twisted with menace, and trust has no templates, but we are silent to the fact that lack of guidance can cause violence, a cellphone was the eye witness……
Simply put, he saw it liked it loved it, adored it, wanted more of it, could he trust her, he wasn’t sure of it but too much of anything will make you sick, he thought it was exclusive, until she was elusive, the horror of it, you dont eva put all of of your chips on the table unless you are motha-lovin sure of it,
he didn’t know her background or where she came from, or how her brain runs, were her intentions ill, she didn’t say much or express how she’d feel, just shear joy when he with the D went in for the kill, her body scent delicious, her moan left him in stitches, he didn’t have time to give mind to other btches,
when everything is perfect that’s when life throws you lemons, its tough to do dirt in a world filled with minions, cause his boy saw her with another guy and they were close in his opinion, he photobombed himself while they were passionately kissing, quickly i-messaged the acts of indiscretion, and for a moment regretted, the reaction he dreaded,
a single text left him stuck, on the other end his boy sat and stared as he typed “wtf,”
it was the sum of all fears, how could she give away what she intimately told him was his, vengeance was in his heart and he suddenly felt generous, grabbed his ratchet to remove this ratchet, his hatred was venomous, scene played continuous, feeding the need to move conspicuous, cause anger makes us stupid in the same way does Cupid, act without speaking, a mime in the pulpit,
outside her door, like a soldier, his composure, yeah he pulled it, his weapon, yeah he pulled it, he kicked in the door but what he saw left his thoughts inconclusive,
a man lifted up off of his girl with the same face, same mane, a mirror reflection, expressing the same pain, he lifted the barrel, although he was vain, not even his appearance could stop this imposter from being slain, he pulled on the trigger as felt the gun crack, he stood there in shock as he also felt the contact,
he fell to his knees in pain as he observed the bloody wound that he bore, then jumped from his bed as he awoke with a snore, confused, disheveled, sweaty and sore, was this the result of the women that he had not scorn, cause he left his loved ones so ill informed, cause of the broken promises that upon he’d sworn, his infidelities became a scent on the clothes that he wore, his promiscuity had gotten the best of him and had shaken him to his core, it all seemed so real, the emotions and more, take heed when your guilty conscious, gives you nightmares to settle score.