Dimmed light,
A pale sweet formation,
Curved so perfect,
A gothic beauty,
Tempting you into madness,
Drowning,
A Creation of Satan,
As her lips part slowly,
Revealing the fangs of love,
As love she lurks seductively your way,
A motion of the hips,
Her legs wrap around you,
Slowly She will soon ride you into your death,
A whore left unnoticed,
Whispering in your ear,
Sweet and painful,
Beautiful and hideous all at once,
Words crumbled into a ball,
The work of love. |
