A Crimson Dress
On days like these.
I feel the need.
When lovers roam.
Driven a part, I need these
Feel my hand the reason it bleeds
and most of all I feel the animal deep inside, yes
of what it is and is not.
For me
To Impress
on days like these
I desire
the bitterweed.
When lovers spin apart
Revival in what it is, hope!
Give me a kiss,
Hold my hand
give me something I want
and this is what
I meant like sands through time
Like an hourglass.
When lovers need,
the most I feel,
the animal deep inside.
And wild untamed bless,
on days like this,
the most I need to impress.
Of the cold and bitter Empress
the Empress of Less, wild and what it is,
Her of the white dress.
Bold hold, the hand of rage in this the dry age.
Kill the king as lovers part,
On days like these…
I feel the need…
When lovers roam,
Driven apart, I need these…
Feel my iron hand, the reason it bleeds
and most of all I feel the animal deep inside, yes!
of what it is, as it is not or me…
As the empress needs
A Crimson Dress
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