Your tongue slithered down corpses
as lust plagued your filthy head
with sewage dreams of love
in a modern day quote of "business"
You could slip pleasure in elastic airways
where asphyxia became a key role investigation
letting loose as he'd come
and a million stories of the after "perfection"
Fanning yourself in moneys glow
bloating of how easy it was to work what you are
laying on the bed for every fat pig that couldn't get laid
and the satisfaction of getting something, doesn’t mean your pretty;
Seduce with your wicked heart, following destruction
as you cease power in the ruins of affections
burning wits with your fiery luscious locks
attracting flies with sapphire glowing lights.
Envy chews your heals, as you trip over thrusts
moaning for every bit of pleasure
as fancying excitement didn't replace wedding bands
secrets locking lips, not the wanting of lingering.
As I pity, you can play the mistress
with skirts tucked in knickers waiting to be spanked
this go around will leave you breathless
with hearts colder than sucking devastation.
What if I slashed thighs where hand imprints led
curdled blood from the only point man "loved" about you
naive to karmas sting, as the dagger mutilates flickered tongues
deteriorating once thought of desires; you falter being.
Exhaling the normality of your days with physical taunts
this lifestyle now plays broken records of impossible
as whispering in your ears leaves a sweet echo of maniacal laughter
"Your nothing but a fake person, and a cheap whore"
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and much love~ Desire~*~
