Find
Disappearing in flesh
She runs in the veins
Playing with blood
For sexual gains
Eyes like ice
A heart like a furnace
Erupting cool venom
Seducing in earnest
Through the heat of primal pleasure
Mankind’s dim rutting
She walks on glass Stilettos
Scowling, always strutting
Lost is the word that comes to mind
When such beauty is commonly buried
Though never would she consider
The banality of getting married
She does as she pleases
And takes in all the strays
Though she rids them when she tires
Of their brawny, brainless plays
All the while, with a gasp and a moan
Her mind drifts far into the blue
Fumbling for a feeling
That will mend her heart anew
Clasping onto the faceless flesh
She imagines life so pure
That lust is love, evil forgotten
Happiness is all too sure
The rush comes quickly
And the blue turns black
While her heart turns to rock
Paving cement over the cracks
She’s here, one and all, read high and close
Flying in the words like a dove
Saddest be the artist
Who cannot understand love.
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