Thinking back, I don't blame you for leaving my pride in a warzone that shot my peace with pistols of Insult, neglect and shame. I blame myself for giving this heart to a nigga who made my body a store room for his sperms.

How your kisses prey my body at midnight, like shouting hallelujah at pleasure tarry, My tongue spoke in tongues from the sweetness of your deceit. You painted love as a ticket to lustville and my womanhood its cab, And on those bed I did lie, bonding passion with insanity.

Insanity how.........................................
© Chritina101