Debonair debauchery
Taints the air you cut
You pierce each sense
With a saccharine sword
Ravaging heart and gut
Never a simple dove..
Innocence etched
Betwixt layers of love -
You bruise a path of serpents
Slithering into a crimson heart
Dripping false bravado
Inside a hopeless start
Trip my tipsy reverie
Malign my mind complete
Relinquish my wish
To fully digest
Your soul at its fullest speak
I crawl across dunes of desert
To seek you dry at the well
And console myself at the pulpit
Of your masochistic hell.
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