Exposed to a god-sent beauty derived from the meadows of perfection.
I revealed every crude and hidden intention like a naked man in Winter’s rain.
Does she not see the shine in my eye when in my imagination she glides by?
In that moment only, am I able to forge us together.
Without reason, I am stored away and forgotten…
It is the secretion that falls from the dark sky that enchants me to lust for her on my knees.
She now controls my conscience and what is left of my heart.
Does she deserve this? My sweetest disposition towards her.
It is beautiful how she crusaded through my soul without her own prior knowledge and intention…
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:08 PM UTC
Exposed to a god-sent beauty derived from the meadows of perfection.
I revealed every crude and hidden intention like a naked man in Winter’s rain.
Does she not see the shine in my eye when in my imagination she glides by?
In that moment only, am I able to forge us together.
Without reason, I am stored away and forgotten…
It is the secretion that falls from the dark sky that enchants me to lust for her on my knees.
She now controls my conscience and what is left of my heart.
Does she deserve this? My sweetest disposition towards her.
It is beautiful how she crusaded through my soul without her own prior knowledge and intention…
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