The tantalizing tickling of the breeze upon my
neck,
the silky sunset flowing on the winged eagle's
back,
serene and sensual
deliverance from all punishment and pain.
amour;
my amour
you seem to be the only one for me.
the place i belong,
the delicious aroma that sets me free,
no regrets
no, i wont forget.
my instincts never lie to me.
there it is though with exquisite deceptions of
myself
the beliefs and pains
i strum like a guitar,
as if my passions are the strings.
you are an exquisite work of art,
this thing god put on this earth to rip my soul
apart.
or is that not the game you've meant to play,
for if it isn't perhaps one day,
yes one day ill forgive your works,
ill forgive your tragedies for what its worth.
i love you much,
I'm confused you can tell ,
but until i cant take anymore I'm under your
illuminating spell.
your perfection,
your hands around my waste,
like a snake waiting for just one single satisfying taste.
the tantalizing breeze,
the eagle flying high,
your the only tragedy that could ever get me by.
