I Give In

I continue to succumb to mundane hospitality.

Fabricating pertinent dinner conversation.

Fascinating breath pressing drawls.

Asking myself why.

Unbeleievable isn't it; the way we twist words around just to get that quick fix.

I swore someday I'd save myself from cum dreamt lines forcing faster.

Aching in the waste of primitive lust.

Again asking myself why.

At last can I please rest?

Vacate every day after day.