Stripes of Fire

I got those furry cheetah pants

With those yellow and black stripes all over them.

The cheetah’s face sits between the thighs,

Right where the fellows stare at nights.

There can’t be a moment of silence,

In those busy nights where I lay my heart,

I wait for the one who might save my spark.

So I go on, charge my restless mind,

Open my skies, for there’s no one waiting.

The longing I crave and the companions I left,

We’ve all been there and done that,

To believe we deserve better yet we don’t seek

loneliness.

It gets to a point where we can’t stop haunting,

We don’t want love, just need the lust.

We stop chasing desires, we start finding problems,

Let the intimacy fade, let our soul rust.

These cheetah prints don’t feel right,

They make me too aware of sinful eyes,

I cannot escape the lustful gaze of a man’s lies.

We cannot see beyond the night skies.