Whats in a taste
Is it richer or hotter
Or sometimes we go past
our comfort zone more alone
And the hell of a way darker
The taste of pleasure
Like another taste of a stalker
To endure Group of Men
Walking and lurking his car
is blinking
Be the lover of darkness
you're left alone
And he's still staring
With their expensive frock
coats
He devours a look at her
blank stare expression love
liaison
Her jewelry ring in her mouth
how the men came to her in flocks
What an attraction she had the blackest
straight silky hair, she whipped it in his
sharp blue eyes so clear
Deathly blizzard head of a "Deer"
Not human to even shed a tear
The curve of her waist he went under
like an explosion of darkness not to fear
His skull rings her tattoo stings like a
love of madness the lace patterns dressed
He laid a rose no speech I suppose
his words to confess just a taste
Her coffee thick like paste
The music culture they loved Evanescence
She felt obsessed with his music reminisces
Rose thorn she was "Gothic" the day
she was born
That dark exotic the Cheetah racing every taste of your desires she was wickedly tasteful like the head of the Sire