Reflections of My Perceptions
Waiting
I'm not sure where to, but my heart stays racing
While I find myself hopelessly pacing
This most lonely space to which I find myself stationed
So I engage in conversations with the stars and constellations
And for all my cries, Mars my consolation
I have been to many nations in search of love's immigration
Only to be rejected and deported by my own expectations
Deep soul searching, internal excavations
But what I believed to be my heart's treasure was merely imitation
Exposed as fraud upon closer examination
Sex without cessation, countless penetrations
But for all of my sexual education
It has been too long since true love's inspiration
If her body were a temple, some may consider my actions desecration
However it could never be rape, for she accepts my medication
More than anything, I've been known to induce sleep depravation
amongst sex slaves who only accept more sex as an adequate form of reparations
But I now hope for true love's magical levitation
For I've grown quite weary of this endless simulation
So for love's arrival I continue to make preparations
While hoping for an end to this miserable separation
While I find myself hopelessly pacing
This most lonely space to which I find myself stationed
So I engage in conversations with the stars and constellations
And for all my cries, Mars my consolation
I have been to many nations in search of love's immigration
Only to be rejected and deported by my own expectations
Deep soul searching, internal excavations
But what I believed to be my heart's treasure was merely imitation
Exposed as fraud upon closer examination
Sex without cessation, countless penetrations
But for all of my sexual education
It has been too long since true love's inspiration
If her body were a temple, some may consider my actions desecration
However it could never be rape, for she accepts my medication
More than anything, I've been known to induce sleep depravation
amongst sex slaves who only accept more sex as an adequate form of reparations
But I now hope for true love's magical levitation
For I've grown quite weary of this endless simulation
So for love's arrival I continue to make preparations
While hoping for an end to this miserable separation
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Waiting
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