FINAL TOUCH

by Nevada Kerr


I thought it was a kick
This latent urge to surge
To improvise a trick
To disintegrate or merge

I won't waste another minute
I'll be nonchalant and cool
It doesn't matter how you spin it
I'm as handy as a tool

With that freedom of desire
I needed so much self-control
I was rattled and divided
But now I'm feeling whole

Treat me like a suspect
Don't ever let me loose
Utilize me for my sex
My worth is in my use

Come inside I'm waiting
Deep down we're the same
Bereaved and slowly fading
But determined to remain


Written by © Raven Drake
November 13, 2007.

Created: November 2007 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 17/11/07