Insatiable, exactly what it'll be
After tasting with the tip of the tongue
Craving and crying for more, more and more
More's never enough... man will always want it all
No living mortal is truly contented with just a slice of ecstacy
As an itch of unfulfillment keeps disturbing, magnifying an already complicated heresy
More sweetness will be desired
After been baptized by love's fire
Until you have every part of that individual's soul
You'd never let it go
As it's quite hurtful to give all of you to someone, with even extra
And in return, unequal love, something "almost" special
AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is just a snack–size one. I hope you enjoy it! ;-)
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Wicked
شِعر...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
