Beautiful lust II:

Her eyes,
Oh her frail eyes.
Staring directly through the unperfected body,
Her sweet skin itching with control,
Scavenging what was left,
If anything.
Her gentle teeth sinking in,
Interrupted by grievous laughs of discouragement,
Her tenacious thoughts, redefining one’s dark Enthusiasm.
{Eternal possibilities latch around the throat,
As they see the one who is left to blame.
Sinful pleasures tighten his grip,
Ignoring the desperate screams.
Her slim gratitude for who that has only helped
Escape her indefinite pain…
For who am I to blame –

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