| Yes, an actual poetry update. My muses are cruel indeed. Enjoy. Soaked in the scent of romance our hearts slowly become enraptured,
Where mouths slowly begin to bloom like cuts; saccharine and so full of sin,
Invoking a reminiscent harlot’s last prayer, forever amen,
To expressions of adoration that twist a saint’s desire, a violation of good faith,
Pricking our fingers on circlets of thorns; fingers entangled in a lover’s hair.. Speaking in eloquent tongues my perdition lies in good intentions, Whilst redemption is paved in simple obsessions, Lead me into temptation as I wrap my legs around your mind, Gratify the suffering as we’re meant to practice what we preach, For all the gospels’ sing that talk is simply cheap.. So press the truth against my lips; graze a signature on flesh aflame, Craving the daunting burlesque with a masochistic heart, An entanglement of lifelines; a passion that has only the devil’s tools, Just close your angel eyes; this feels like Heaven to me, But for an eternity we could share Hell. |
