I. When the gods write poetry miracles form at their fingertips as the divinity spills from sun-soaked lips
I came to know you were one of them when you bore moonlight plated pearls as teeth/such feral beauty ought to be a sin/it must be! This tender facade of a snarl dances into my ears like a velvet symphony!
II. Trumpets luring hell! Orchestrated chaos's! Melodious madness!
III. How dare you shamelessly ravish me? Burn silky cherry lips into my dreams How dare you display such mellow righteousness when it's utterly wicked to make me feel this way?
Ohh how unforgivably monstrous to devour my heart at the briefest glimpse of your teeth.
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