black heart and vulgar poet lips of mine :
Words
too capable
like open razor
i knew
i was sealed
upon your lips
one of those fragrance
heighten but subtle
giveaway
your reward
peeling underneath
lingering bitter scent
right to despise
alchemy
of the right man
for the crucified
wake in me
my judgment
is sane
is sane
love that certain
of i'm
a distant race
several nights
my throat
wants to be mad
i was not born
a skeleton
unrecorded voyages
but
you
really mean Eden to me
not the gorean
i hardly dream of
mind has the authority
to be west
supernaturally
i'm fleeing for a caress
ignorance
i believe this suffer
alters
alters
the light i return to
solely elect
cock that makes me rhyme.
Written by: DesireTheVampire


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