Violent surging blood and prickling tingles, a honey coated wax parlance. Sweet air spilling from the depths, left behind, mingles. In good spirits per chance, was my humor.
Kissing flesh against flesh, an evil said by the common folk. A daily thing for a person in hold of euphoric goods in the color of green.
Sweat and torn cloth, rejection and ejection. Since I'm a person of evil then it shall be so. Let none see my imperfections and only my nefarious 'crimes'.
