The Purest Sin
I lay upon this bed now
Mascara stains my eyes
Seduction lies next to me
And waits for me to rise
Wine stains in the glasses
Like cuts from the night before
When my thoughts were crystal clear
And I opened every door
She turns to face me now
With that sexy black cherry grin
Eyes like emerald fires
Laced with the purist of the sins
The clouds burn a bright, bright red
But the sky burns a deeper hue
On this carnal stage
Where the performer is only you
Everything here is a misunderstanding
And compassion creates a liar
As the night draws ever closer
White lines then the fire
Her figure silhouettes before me
Smouldering in the shadows
A body serpentine on mine
While the lust within me grows
Just one fix of dark femininity
My amphetamine girl unfolds
Ingesting lines from beguiled skin
Her body ready to explode
The crescendo of this night
Envelops us as we push into one
Projecting everything we are
Until we come undone…
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