Summer 21’.. What a time… you know who you are.

Was it the move to make
To let you sink inside?
From when I arrive
Looking down into them eyes

The face
The face
The face

You’ve caught my gaze again
And stopped me in my tracks
It’s your chest, your neck, your moon-shaped eyes

You’ve played my hand again,
Immanently lost all control
I’m here, and you’ve got me

I am coming, I am arriving
You shimmer like gold as you shiver
(I have coming, I am arriving)
Writhe, and reach for more
.. Well, I’m here..
And I am coming..

The Face (Circa Summer '21)

Laughing like a murderer, I snapped
no genuine emotion left untapped

And I feel like (running)
And I felt like (crying)
I’m adamant about masking

Flustered in the (gaze)
Looping round her (hazed)
That precipice, I then let go.. laughing

Blowing off the cobwebs that give me no slack
Loosing two Januarys, and I’ll never get them back
mindlessly giving too much power away,
I’ll intentionally take that sub out for a play

Stones throw to hackney, blacked up; gladly
Willing to partake in any ordeal that would have me
Eyes interlock, caught in a shock
Surrounded by faux leather, chains, whips, and studs

You become my catalyst
A present tense I can’t resist 

Death to all his past
Putting the pieces together again at last

Feeling blue, a former memory
Kill and renew, no time to tenderly rebirth
A trap for the clap? or a trap, and that’s that?
Figuring out things I should’ve way back

Kneel before you
Crawl toward you
I guess Its time to find a newer self

I wish I were you.. tall glass of water.
Caress the star on your perfect chest like I ought to
Enforce the shortness of breath, leading me; the witness
To make-believe I can get down with the sickness

Death to all his past
Putting the pieces together again at last

Something waiting on the other side
I can’t sink this cup quick enough
Make me (call my bluff, call my bluff)
Take me (and make it rough)

January Demo 02.02.23

KDA

Through superfluous desire
I’ll drop to my knees
It’s like I don’t need to try hard
I’m effortlessly the creep

I need to nourish
I’m a fern avoiding the dry
A moth fighting at the lightbulb
To keep the fire alive

Keep desire alive
Just for one more taste
Keep desire alive

I play the egg and spoon race
Can I keep up the pace
A dear caught in your headlights
What a thrill, what a chase

Oh bubble wrapper, I want you to come around
Truly come around (you make me beg for more)
feeling empty in the purest of the night,
Place your hand upon on my thigh (you make me question myself)

Keep desire alive
Just for one taste
Keep desire alive

I crave you
I crave you 

I stand before you with tobacco hair (yeah)
A golden non virgin (yeah)
You lay there free, waiting
But we’d both rather it tied up, wouldn’t we

Keep desire alive
Just for one taste
Keep desire alive

I crave you
I crave you
I crave you
I crave you

KDA 15.05.23

Ys it calling?
Not sure what I'll do with this yet

Frontroom Fuckerisms

Your lust for desire has driven you in endless circles
But I have a feeling you’re right where you want to be
So, don’t keep the devil waiting, my friend

I can’t achieve, wanted peace, wanted more than I got
Hurry up and move on
Got to get my groove on
Hurry up and move on

Hypnotic dreams, when awake, it’s surreal that I’d care
Pushing through the darkness
Finding how to mask this
I will fucking move on

You don’t know how this love has changed me,
No I won’t be the same
Is it time to pull away?

One cycle, one movement, Fish-eye lense
I lend my soul
Rumination station
Erase my creation
Bloody rumination

Held in a cell, I’ve the key, and I’ve the will to leave
So why am I still here, now
feels so fucking clear now
Why am I still here, now

You don’t know how this love has changed me,
No, I won’t be the same
Is it time to pull away?
Do I need to pull away?
Away? Away?

The Circle Demo 27.09.22

I spend my days with the view..
Dreaming complicated images of you
When it feels; it feels
And with the reels of stories mounting
I can’t seem to shake these confusions

A sense of life confined to a word
Four letters I’m sure you have heard 
You cannot kill, you can’t destroy your truest self
But then in my ropes you write the perfect blurb

In my harness, splayed like the art you are
Trying to halve this, but splitting myself thus far

What’s the problem?
Now; what’s the problem?

Thinking something’s new
Ill-conceived and only partly true
I wish I really knew…

In my chest, and in my heart
You stole something that set you apart
What in the world, man
Left me so confused
Asking the question, where are you??

Now I spend my days like a screw
Torquing/winding just to get through to you
But then your mellifluous charm spices the intercom
..And I’m ready…

Where’s the problem?
Now; where’s the problem?

Feeling something blue
Heavy-hearted; what a fucking mood!
I guess I’ll come to know…

Thinking something rude
Red shoots upon the art that’s you
I wish I really knew what’s going on…

The Question Demo 20.02.23

Late night fuck about - Recorded on phone, so excuse the Vox

Clip clap, chit chat
Can you feel the rhythm
Girl being dragged around the place like a villain
Collar on, follow on
Lead her like im stealing
Assert yourself, you’re on that shelf
Go fuck, is he?

Klub klub, fucking klub forgotten
How fucking great
to stick it to her straight, Barely know her, still putting up her mate
Rip her fucking heart out quicker til it’s blue’er
Kiss kiss, bang bang in the fucking moo’er
Not that confidence pal, now you’ve screwed her
Sorry, lass, I’m not that guy, he was a 22’er
Caught me in the slack, the act, with just one question
And in honesty I expect you to accept him

Monkberry’s fucked, fuckberrys funked
Yeah alright, 
I’ve been a cunt, and you’ve lead the front, that’s right 
Met a harlot, fucked a starlet
still broke me, i saw the bralette
Cleaning up the gaff like a good housewife
And I hope you didn’t suck it, that would really twist the knife
Would you like femboy to come home to late at night

Goodbye
Let’s start again
Not part again
Wipe the slate
I know I fucked it, and now you’ve joined, it ain’t the same
But we can kick it back like September UK
Old Highstreet, Folke, thoooose were the days

She knows her shit, she knows what’s best, and I respect
that she can see it in the way she does in retrospect
She better - she better, the tool and the fucking fine
You gotta know when your selfish ass has crossed the line

Collar

Another 1 hour wonder.. Again.. iphhuuuun mic.
GOTTA SORT THIS SHIT OUT
Sampled from 'SanelliX - Sun & Sea
As soon as I see you
I break down and cry
Cos the time that I share with you
Might be the final

And I hope that you find what you need
And I’ll always be
Here (With lemurs and beers)

For something again, oh on the mend
I want to share it all, and not pretend

You shine, you shrine
But I couldn’t see you in front of me
And they say that love is blind

You’ll be gone and I’ll blues
Be gone but I’ll chose
You, always its true
It’s true 

I remember you quoting Loyle and the life he lives
I remember feeling small up in his righteousness
how he evaded light in knight-in-shining armour - missed
I missed it, 
Not being fussed, the rust would infiltrate my suit
But now I see that life, and I see it beside you 
It’s not about the excess, the success and all the pride
In things existing outside of these blurry lines
The peace of mind, you find, it tends to calm you down
And feel the beauty that surrounds your world, so profound 
I met a soul that would spark a thousand fire flies
In my gut but now I have to say goodbye
Babe, obviously I’ve got to say goodbye

You’ll be gone and I’ll blues
Be gone but I’ll chose
You, always its true
It’s true

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