Under bed sheets,
through luscious lips,
foreign words slip,
from tongue to ear.
You my dear,
are a diamond amongst the rough.
A soul,
free,
flowing with the wind.
A sin,
I cannot win,
I cannot resist,
your venomous kiss.
I wish,
I could be one with you,
a thought long overdue,
but it can never be,
that is,
you and me,
because we both know how that ends.
With you taking my heart,
and tearing it apart.
Left a broken soul,
I wallow in my hole.
Till death comes calling,
upon my forsaken name.