Author: drblueface PM
we want what we can't have?Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 163 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-31-05 - id: 1873926
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Hey, guess what I have on the brain?
A lonely heart will envy yours
Keep you locked behind steel doors
They want to thrust the passion deeper
And be turmoil's only reaper
Corruption lusts caress your skin
With foreign concepts such as sin
The day is done with nothing said
With you in chains on your own bed
Would you give in? Collapse from the fight?
Or tarry on for one more night?
Are you convinced that all is lost?
Do you still feel double-crossed?
No starlight streams across your face
No scented oils as thick as taste.
No sweet and tender tight embrace
No mercy spent on the unchaste.
The only sounds, the creak of springs
Orgasmic moans with angel wings
A holy bird, the message sings
Pain for pleasure, and such things.
You'll be trapped here for ever on
To hear the preach of seraphs song
Barred from conscious inner wars,
My lonely heart will envy yours.