It’s been a while, like almost a year…
And now, i think of her… (she is the collection of girls that i adore, the very imaginary perfection of my perverted, cruel and twisted fantasies)
My twisted unclean one…
She is all i wanted and have for now,
The future is never a certain thing,
She is not the forever that i know,
She adapts to my melody’s liking.
She burns down my very early morning,
Like the cold caffeinated cobra drink,
Rejuvinating sting keeps me pumping,
Pulling me close, and closer down the brink.
That century tuna keeps me healthy,
Like her, who is good for this heart of sin,
Addictive satisfying lustfully,
She’s my drug, my all, my nymphetamine.
I can’t help it, but to crave for her touch,
Withering, tainting, unpure love of mine.
September 19th, 2009 at 7:58 am
obsessive love. touch of insanity. the strangle, the kiss, keeping beauty pure and untouched in death.
isn’t this “true love”?
who is this maiden you talk of?
September 20th, 2009 at 10:27 am
good lord.
true love? lady are you mad?
this is flesh! this is instinct! this is physical!
hmmm. well on second thought., it is love….