While I'll thirst
Longing
A quench of lust
To touch these very lips
In a time
Passion was my weakness
Fallen into her heart
Composing a forbidden trust
upon the skies, I seek
Heavenly guidance
As I tremble
To a darken foe
Tasting this venom juice
While enduring this serpent beauty
Cover the earth with her black roots
Gardening her seeds of despair
I'm wilting
To a forthcoming
Which I lay
As weeds to a delirious plant