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Resonant Romance (day 2173)

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You’ve become the edge of resonance
Reason I’ve forgot my chance
I’ve begged you once before
Now I’ll scratch down that door
Original seduction going on
Through and through my veins
Dancing down a hall of reverence
This is a heart attack, baby
This is our last romance.

So you sat there guiding me home
From the head, a Priestess’ chair
Booming towards climax on
A loudspeaker of ancient worship
Cold stones on my wishing knees
Like a glass of white wine
Condensation on my mind
And the moon breaks through calmly
Resonating through halls of a silent home.

Forevermore (day 492)

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Diving headlong into the flaming pits of doom
I swear the only way forward is the golden winged Pheonix
Swooping about the tips of the flames
Tempting it with long arching and flapping wings
Marked with scars of many years of torment
Seduction and thievery
Too long has this game been played
I fly at the beast, nothing but air and fire beneath me
Champion I am, depicted in carvings
Sold to history with sculptures the city will never forget
Long steel sword hammered in the hottest flames known to man
Mass only one man alive is strong enough to carry
And that man is I
I the conqueror, I the brave
I the soldier of all mans misery
I the man of 1000 stories
And the same man of 1000 legends to come
For it is I who sails through the air
Hair wrapped in a leather thong
Of the beasts hide I’ve slain before
It is I who tame this Pheonix now as it soars in the air
Wild in panic, scared in the torment
But I, the calm champion enslave this mystery
I call it now my own and it comes at my call
I who have saddled such a wild beast here
I who has captured that which has never been before
It is I who will be a legend, forevermore

Here Before (day 310)

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Seduction just happened
It just walked through that door
The salacious humor crawling
Around my haven ce soir

But before I moved further
Before I groped for the dainties
I smelled sweet surrender
I felt what had grown
As these vines here before

So to pack on more lust
We crowded around the centerfold
We crushed on the crowns there
That had never been soiled

But to remember the last show
Was to slow for the gang
We slapped on the new face
And respected more for the glow
Of the walking here before

Dipping (day 196)

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She flung her long black silk gloves with purpose
Sultry seduction oozed from her pores
Glitter, 10 carat, catching the light
Stabbing her way forth with leg kicks
Spins with meaning, and poise, and grace

And I, the lucky sultan of pride
Roamed these dark corners like a dog on the prowl
Casually oozing my way down to the presence of seduction
“Don’t mind if I do” said the sultan’s eyes
Don’t mind if I do

Be spun, BE SPUN! Take down thee lights high
Faded pictures with memories
Glass jars and unmarked bars
Sipping noodles and dipping spoons
And absinth, delivered in the presence of one

Awake I ride, less intoxicated than tired
More humming than quiet, more left than taken
Sipping casually on the early morning tea
Remembering the accounts closed
And the hands all shaken; more held