Tyler Durden's blog: "Brass Knuckle Poets Society"

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METRONOME  

Mmmmm, yeah - that beat is so ill… 
the first time, I saw your walk, I knew… 
I was goin’ in for the kill, 
duplicitous - genteel with a savage will. 
Like the lion on the savannah, who stalks the gazelle… 
So tender with your style, I stood there, straight still,
and stared, stalked, watched, locked on without a fucking care.
I wanted you to look - yeah, gimme that sexy glare.
Your girls were like, “look at him, he’s locked on you, beware…
he wants you… yeah, that beast right there.”
Yeeeah, this beast right here.
I savored the way you tossed your hair,
sexy blond locks, dancing in hypnotic layers…
the way your thighs lusted at me - what a perfect pair.
I wanted your ‘unnnnh,’ 
yeah, I wanted to savor your garden with care,
wanted to till, wanted to show you that I was for motherfuckin’ real.
I wasn’t gon’ stop until, you let me in the middle, ‘til we made a deal,
‘til you responded to my caress, and let me make you cum at will.
I loved to feel you from afar, but I had I had to taste you, near.
I could sense your pheromones so fuckin’ clear.
I wanted to see you in your teddy, wanted to be your bear;
so fuckin’ sexy, I just had to make us a pair.
I used to see you in my mind, when I’d unleash my prayer.
I have to see my reflection in your eyes - 
the way they shine in the light and glow like a brazier,
the way they're cauterized in my mind, it's too much to bear,
to look in the mirror and know that I let you disappear. 
Every time I sense you near me, I just wanna fuckin’ tear,
remove and open and make my heart so fuckin’ clear.
I dare, you to challenge a stallion, 
I’ll make you know that you’re a mare.
I hope you came prepared - I’m built to torture you,
make you cream, make your senses scream and make relaxation severe.
I want to be the reason you have sweet dreams, and live fulfilled.
I want you to understand that I’m a man, 
I ain’t a player, that there’s no games, and that ‘US’ is the thrill.
I want to live to be your dealer and for you to be my solitaire.