She sits
- untouched -
Amidst the pyres
Of unconsummated male desires.
Her perfect lips
- cold and unkissed -
Disappoint anticipated bliss.
No lethal weapon will suffice.
All ******* symbols turned to ice.
Yet, all around;
Sad men abound.
Each condemned to spend his days,
Unfulfilled ....beneath her gaze !
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 12:52 PM UTC
She sits
- untouched -
Amidst the pyres
Of unconsummated male desires.
Her perfect lips
- cold and unkissed -
Disappoint anticipated bliss.
No lethal weapon will suffice.
All ******* symbols turned to ice.
Yet, all around;
Sad men abound.
Each condemned to spend his days,
Unfulfilled ....beneath her gaze !
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