Her lips... angry with the hue of death
And even though I should not indulge
Her lips did beckon me so
To feel them once more upon my own
Just as they used to be whence warm
Her lips did beckon me so
In my heart I knew it not proper or right
But she would be taken from my vision
Her lips did beckon me so
And so I did indulge
In one last kiss
Her lips did beckon me so
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 3:36 PM UTC
Her lips... angry with the hue of death
And even though I should not indulge
Her lips did beckon me so
To feel them once more upon my own
Just as they used to be whence warm
Her lips did beckon me so
In my heart I knew it not proper or right
But she would be taken from my vision
Her lips did beckon me so
And so I did indulge
In one last kiss
Her lips did beckon me so
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