The slow fizzle.
The long-winded let-down
like a broken chord
fallen from the heavens to the grey midground.
This is not the Hell you're searching for,
nor a pleasure
like my pierced lips pressed gently
against the porcelain of your skin.
Purgatory is no sin
when neither party wins.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
The slow fizzle.
The long-winded let-down
like a broken chord
fallen from the heavens to the grey midground.
This is not the Hell you're searching for,
nor a pleasure
like my pierced lips pressed gently
against the porcelain of your skin.
Purgatory is no sin
when neither party wins.