That Vicious Circle. - 05/02/21 09:48 PM
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The Vicious Circle
Towards the web of deceit he'll fly,
tangled in her silky grips,
while the spider of her soul stands by,
as he graces her hungry lips....
it's her Forbidden fruit that draws him to,
what is woven to ensnare,
and his loneliness that takes an errant flight,
from what his marriage will not share.
His blood rushing to appendages
in the warmth of her cocoon,
in a service that engages
what's denied in cold bedrooms.....
Why do some wives
turn what's passionate
into abstinence and grief,
spending weeks or
months compassionless,
till thier husbands seek relief,
off barstools all filled with promises,
gals who have nothing to lose,
cause their husbands
drove them out to seek
other lover's mixed with booze.
Love should never be a weapon,
used against your spouse in rage,
what was so tender and so intimate,
can become a pressure gauge.
Soon rejection blows off common sense,
and the home wrecking begins,
loneliness is an addiction
quickly cured by tempting sins.
It's an endless vicious circle,
till the family circle's broken,
and it happens out there nightly
when there's anger left unspoken,
when cold shoulders become boulders
insurmountable..... folks turn,
to those easier paths awaiting them
where loves needs are seldom spurned.
Why do some lover's turn what's passionate
into abstinence and grief,
spending weeks or months compassionless,
till the other seeks relief,
off of barstools filled with promises,
with those who have nothing to lose,
cause their spouses drove them out to seek
other lover's mixed with booze.
Mixed with booze....
Music written, played & sung by-
ArtWhimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2021
The Vicious Circle
Towards the web of deceit he'll fly,
tangled in her silky grips,
while the spider of her soul stands by,
as he graces her hungry lips....
it's her Forbidden fruit that draws him to,
what is woven to ensnare,
and his loneliness that takes an errant flight,
from what his marriage will not share.
His blood rushing to appendages
in the warmth of her cocoon,
in a service that engages
what's denied in cold bedrooms.....
Why do some wives
turn what's passionate
into abstinence and grief,
spending weeks or
months compassionless,
till thier husbands seek relief,
off barstools all filled with promises,
gals who have nothing to lose,
cause their husbands
drove them out to seek
other lover's mixed with booze.
Love should never be a weapon,
used against your spouse in rage,
what was so tender and so intimate,
can become a pressure gauge.
Soon rejection blows off common sense,
and the home wrecking begins,
loneliness is an addiction
quickly cured by tempting sins.
It's an endless vicious circle,
till the family circle's broken,
and it happens out there nightly
when there's anger left unspoken,
when cold shoulders become boulders
insurmountable..... folks turn,
to those easier paths awaiting them
where loves needs are seldom spurned.
Why do some lover's turn what's passionate
into abstinence and grief,
spending weeks or months compassionless,
till the other seeks relief,
off of barstools filled with promises,
with those who have nothing to lose,
cause their spouses drove them out to seek
other lover's mixed with booze.
Mixed with booze....
Music written, played & sung by-
ArtWhimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2021