To what must I suffice to see,
The apex of my desires free,
Foreboding lust, my vice is thee,
Your hex—a web I cannot flee.
Words would falsely predicate
In ways they’d only misconstrue
Although, I wish to postulate
For my heart it leaps ado
So what must I sacrifice to be
In light of your fires company,
As foreboding lust advises me
Entranced by your mystic beauty
Effects you’ve caused must follow through,
Affections laws, I must pursue,
Though passions flaws are all too true
I’m given no choice… but to yearn for you
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
To what must I suffice to see,
The apex of my desires free,
Foreboding lust, my vice is thee,
Your hex—a web I cannot flee.
Words would falsely predicate
In ways they’d only misconstrue
Although, I wish to postulate
For my heart it leaps ado
So what must I sacrifice to be
In light of your fires company,
As foreboding lust advises me
Entranced by your mystic beauty
Effects you’ve caused must follow through,
Affections laws, I must pursue,
Though passions flaws are all too true
I’m given no choice… but to yearn for you
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