Kissable and quaint,
But I was never satisfied,
For under such fragile hands,
My heart only lusted for more,
And as I left in a clock of shame and hunger,
In a rush of the explicit unthinkable,
A vision shrouded in cloud and mist,
A frontseat showing for what was about to be undone,
'O The Betrayer, he heard me loud and clear.
My need for lustrous curves and glistening eyes,
To be held in soft hands once again,
But now he'll take my hand,
And quench my breath,
And show me that for a guttering need,
All I would find,
Is a map of tears across the floor,
And a frozen wedding dress left behind.
Thoughts?
But I was never satisfied,
For under such fragile hands,
My heart only lusted for more,
And as I left in a clock of shame and hunger,
In a rush of the explicit unthinkable,
A vision shrouded in cloud and mist,
A frontseat showing for what was about to be undone,
'O The Betrayer, he heard me loud and clear.
My need for lustrous curves and glistening eyes,
To be held in soft hands once again,
But now he'll take my hand,
And quench my breath,
And show me that for a guttering need,
All I would find,
Is a map of tears across the floor,
And a frozen wedding dress left behind.
Thoughts?

