Hallowed Squalls
Feast On Urgency
And Selfish Leeches Prey
On Elixir And Vacancy
And He Is A God
And She
An Empress
Both Laced
In Pearls Of Doom
And Decayed Ribbons
Plunged In Blooms
Of Promising Tomorrows
Glazed In Candy Dreams
Her Milk Skin
Pink Doll Pout
Latch Onto Lethal Axons
At Lover's Disposal
A Percocet Simper
Curled By An Eager Frenzy
Painted Deftly
By Covetous Fingertips
And Raging Sighs
Motion And Heat
Friction And Force
Gliding Avarice
Across Swollen Motive
And She Will Grovel
And Seek Execution
A Slave For The Soul