Your arrogance,
your pride.
The tyranny you hide.

Your fashion sense and flair,
That bracelet that you wear.

Your scent,
your taste,
your fingers,
slipping along my waist.

Vanilla blooms and smoke.
Reach to my back,
Stroke.

You're touching,
you're staring,
you're teasing,
you're daring.

Look at me,
smile.
You're deviant,
I'm vile.

You're "fourteen" steps ahead,
I'm "twenty" back instead.

My mind grows thoughts,
to win..
Thoughts of you,
and thoughts of sin

Bits of blond here and there,
Beauty marks everywhere..

I catch up.
Do you feel it?
My body aches,
reveal it.

Sheets of white,
shaking

A war; the love we are making.

More scratching.
A few lustful silent breaths.
Louder screaming.

My long blue nights
of dreaming.

Now I'm only left
with a trace,

of a four stroke letterface.

They're everywhere I go:
"Gush", "star", and "no"

Words that repeat,

resound.

I'm bound.

Seven sins,
for all mankind

I commit less,
I'm left behind.

You're indifferent,

you're blunt.

I was just a new hunt.

What's "innocent"?
What's "safe"?

Mere letters made me cave.

Mere letters can't define.

I'm more than an "aging wine".

More talking..

I stare.

Confusion,
everywhere.

Irrelevance,
contradiction,
and pouring waterfalls of speech.

Unstable souls should not preach.

Confusion splashed across the wall
Confusion took its toll.

And now after all,
It's either a fall,

Or a continuous reach.