| I'm cursed to know the fisrt thing I want at the first sight of you, your ring, Inisde of your Obsidan wing, Morally torn, eventually scorned, supremely soaked, utterly prevoked, unintentional wrapping of the skin, leathery smooth soft, cold, like the wind. I'm in Heaven, a shadowed one, with plenty of shivering, you shake. The silver cup, filled with blood, the greatest love, a mood of sudden burst, needing more. Feeding the desire, fuel for the fire, furnace of Lust, violence in Trust. Awesome sum of the Pain. Flawless body of the Vain. Timeless expression upon Her face. Wicked stones of this place. I'm buried within the Holes of Pleasure, doused in memories of you being wetter. So much Sweat, its not possible to Fake. Its immposible to break, the bond, no seperating us now, no forgeting our Endless Power. Never ending Hour,The Lust shower. |
