I start by hearing your old gossips
Then licking my tongue
Trying to recall the taste
Of those disrespectful lips
You despicable Victorian Boy
My man-made midnight
I've left me so pitifully artificial
That I can't naturally pass the night
I need your sensual skin
Your drunken breath
Your sweet–tongue's lies
If I really wanna shut my eyes
Greek magic, wasn't it?
Only you, the god and the throne
Silly and nostalgic, wasn't I?
Your ever savoring ready meat, well confined in your zone
I must confess, without you it's quite a bore
I must confess, I felt really adored
Sometimes, I hunger for more
Lusting foolishly again by the deadly shore
Though, I banished you, the god and the throne
I guess your payback was to curse my night
Use your magic to hinder my foresight
And keep me spellbound till the next morning light
Well, that's great
Cause it actually worked
It puts my sleep on wait
And I'm forced to remember your face
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Seems like I'm not done... maybe, even never was 😉
What do you think guys? More?
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Wicked
Poetry...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...
