Dinner with Her


Beauty holds this type of power
that can feed the demon in your soul,
wrapped up in sweet lullabies that
somehow haunts your ears at night,
but when I laid eyes on you,
my heart turned an icy blue,
curing my hunger that no food could subside
because when I had no supper,
my eyes dined, feeding the heartless monster in my chest.

I could not resist the slow beating in the pit of my belly,
the selfish need to wrap my fingers in yours
though I had no clue on what love was
and if it was true how lust can defeat every broken heart
until you dine with a monster
who poisons your mind with empty thoughts on beauty.

There is more to her than skin and bones,
the sway of her hips may take your thirst away
but the dimly lit fire in her eyes only thaws
the cold exterior of your heart slowly,
just to watch it break because you forgot that
lust without love is just a fire sent from hell
and baby, my body is burning up and
I only have you to blame.

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