I’m Hanging On For Dear Life

I’m hanging on for dear lifeAs you whisk me aroundI’m dangerously closeMy soul being boundTo you & all this joyYou whisper it’s not realThat you’re just a dreamThen how come I can still feel

Those Matchbox Fantasies

Those matchbox fantasiesGunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dotsShe placed a stiletto on her wooden legCharacter assassination plots go all for naughtUnassuming by way of distractionShe’s hiding a switchblade under that dressShe’s dangerous down to her coreA beautiful woman – you don’t want to messBeware of their corrosive accoladesThere’s no exoneration in the line

Oscar Wilde

  “An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.” ― Oscar Wilde