I have grown accustomed to this epiphany which brings me such withdrawal. The pain that is sprinkled on my lips with your tender kisses of seduction. But yet I am torn by your expectations that have been born by society's unruly image. The words the roll of my tonge like a fowl delicacy, the way they slither into your being and cloud your eyes bring me moral defeat but motal desire is fulfilling. You trace your finger across my pungent face and bring me closer to your forest green eyes. Your flirtation is unorthodox and your lies are soothing. I fall asleep in your sweet embrace and your heart beat provides a lullaby of bitter morality.
