I Don't See You That Way Anymore.......

How can my eyes hunger for tormentors bodies where in my soul can I find desires for sadists Eves threw on fitted coats of Marquis de Sade borrowed his manuals and added even more pages pierced the heart of a Dove defending his nest with lethal pins And in joyous indignities with devilment aplomp they reclined and crackled in wanton doltishness He thinks of and desires us and wants to make amor with us How can a heart marinated in love truely sincere a soul ready to die rather than any harm to Eves Be mother or sister or perchance even a stranger alas in utter perversion and grotesque situation dire Come undone with healthy pristine heart ripped to pieces hung drawn and quartered and sliced in tiny morsels Like fish baits for mice and minnows or hens clucking All at the hands of Sirens who worshipped in Satan's cravens How can a soul with only the spark of Salvation aglow where it once housed his heart and enduring humanity With brimful joy and devotions in fitting measures true as all Eves where to him nowt but sisters and earth angels Now his burning blood runs cold like rivelets in the Arctic their words ring hollow and smiles shows rapiers of snakes Nothing stirs desires for all Eves now seem and look like wicked corpses Delilahs' wrecking vengeance on Samsons in wickedness supreme [email protected] rights reserved

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