Dark In Love
'Twas her erotic branch,
And soft seductive
leaves,
That caused my veins to
bleed and branch,
Outside of cotton
sleeves
'Twas I in love with lust?
Or lust in love with me?
It was her heart I could
not trust,
Yet her...I would marry
Not use to love I cried,
A river of a well,
While sacrificing all my
pride,
To hear the harps of
hell
'Twas her erotic branch,
And soft seductive
leaves,
That caused my veins to
bleed and branch,
Outside of cotton
sleeves
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