Reaching out

Reaching out through the unknown,
Grasping no reason why the journey goes on.

I began this voyage with horrid intent;
Deliciously I stalked her,
Knowing she'd give me her body freely.
Yet I didn't want to expose my real feelings.
Reaching out,
grasping no meaning,
the journey was real.

I started in doubt of any response to my horrid intent.
She came to me in the night:
Hey, Baby, can we get busy?
Do you have a dime for a bag of crack?
Yes, I replied
(I got her now!).

The voyage has started; the journey begun.
Where it takes me no one knows.
Yet I have her body
For a hit crack.

Reaching through the unknown