The air is blessed to pass around her. She glows in the night like a candlelight moon. October yellow orange radiance irradiates me. Satiates my freezing flesh, desires turned to stone. I feel her mercy fill me deep within my bones. The touch is warm but cold.
I feel so calm. Love has won. The thrill is gone.
I must have more. I must see her broken and ravaged and torn.
The cracks in my gaze burn with psychedelic red. Inferno in the infirmary cold sweat violently exuding from each pore of ours, I savagely ravish her each perfect orifice.
When her touch is cold as mine, at last full drained of her warmth divine, I dig her a loving plot, lined with silk and roses.
A memorial to one more angel who ventured too close to the abyss.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
