In the sacred palace of our dreams
the only place we often meet
the Snow is called
Lust
the vicious Tiger you call
Trust
where only he can love her
where only she can mutter
where by dark twinkling light
she screams and moans in white
her light is a bright and glowing fire
the only thing she knows, desire
older hands than yours may catch fire
a canary in a cage sings of desire
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
In the sacred palace of our dreams
the only place we often meet
the Snow is called
Lust
the vicious Tiger you call
Trust
where only he can love her
where only she can mutter
where by dark twinkling light
she screams and moans in white
her light is a bright and glowing fire
the only thing she knows, desire
older hands than yours may catch fire
a canary in a cage sings of desire
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