gift your fingertips to my vulnerability let it open you to the touch of virtue
press your tongue against my tears revel in my incandescent suffering drool into me the elixir of your broad shoulders and will
with me your idea reaches beauty
I’ll lick the iron from your collarbone and **** the pain out through your lips and give you the taste of a delicacy trembling underneath compulsive tenacity
beneath my skin, your idea can birth beauty
let my light push you out of your partitions and gift you sight of your own highest image
I’ll hold tight to your beauty while you don’t want it
let me carry the scent of sacrifice for you to bottle as desire breathe in the novelty of righteousness while I rest
I’ll become an homage of fragility for you to destroy
only know I’m taking my beauty and your will with me when I leave