Inferno.

There are somethings in life that you just can't go into detail about. The intricacy of their nature and the complexity of the problems that they may cause, are just too grave to bring to the light.

The feelings of man act as one of our greatest assets...and one of our biggest flaws. Emotionally connecting with someone can last a lifetime. Even as we evolve as individuals, the feelings and sentiment that we share for certain people and experiences that have transpired in our lives, seem to outlast the forces around us. They can weigh on us for as long as we let them, but it always seems like the greatest feelings often carry the heaviest load. Somethings you just can not let go of, even if they burn through our hearts and cause incorrigible scars, the pleasant aspects makes it feel as if it/they were worth the pain. We act blindly with the very tool we use for judgment.

Making things known made your mind wander where it shouldn't be. Good moral fiber saved us from wretched decisions. Its been a long while since I penned this, and things have lifted off my conscience...but if I was anybody else...

inspired by wrongdoing.

Gettin those burdens off my heart was so stressful

But when I did that, it wasn't her I was next to

Do whatever I can to make it feel like God bless you,

Because it seems to me, you are a woman that's special

Excessive attention, honorable mentions

throughout the day for the contact that kept my world spinnin'

...it sounds good...

But it ain't right,

Expressing how much love is between us on late nights

Attempt to mask all of it with a friendly plight

But our little temptation is rapidly reaching fate's height...

The feeling of exposed skin ignites forbidden flames of passion

Nibbled lobes and soft moans don't seem to question what has happened

You dig your nails deeper into my back with every stroke

Lower lips spouting tears losing their will to cope...

The pain from such a coquettish rain leaves you estranged,

Satisfied, but unsettled that your world won't be the same...

Your eyes lower themselves into such a primal gaze

Hunger for an encore performance turns into primal rage

Breaking free from that picket fence that you once called a cage

Enter seduction like a harlot on the main stage

Your innermost secrets turned outcries

Subconscious visions undergo inception on the uprise

How does it feel to know that, to stop, we haven't tried,

and after this we have to live our lives like we haven't lied?

We DON'T entertain these thoughts cause ignorance is bliss,

And that warm smile of yours widens after every kiss

Heavy breaths of relief are the only things that leave our lips,

as we lay in disarray and I slowly caress your hips...

This runs through my mind every time you send me lines from those walls in which you are confined...

A happy home, that's not my own.