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I just want to put my lips on you.
I want you to feel what my kiss feels like against your skin.
You're beautiful on the out and you're
Beautiful on the in
Beautiful
Like a sun kissed beach in the dead of winter,
Like a leech
I will shed you of your skin and **** you down to the ocean and encourage you to swim
Dive in.
Like Trey Songz, but you're sexier.
The *** will be messier
-because I'm so attracted to you
Linguistically attached to you-
Borderline infatuated
Suspended in poetic serenity.
I just want to put my lips on you.
I want you to feel what my kiss feels like against your skin.
I want to worship you in places that God would surely tell me were unholy and forever-more my temple will be barricaded with sin
And I'll tell God,
Tonight, I am not Christian.
Tonight, I want to make devilishly passionate love to you
Tonight
You will feel my lips against your skin.
The eyes can be
A window
Or a mirror
Perhaps they could
Reflect upon yourself
Outwardly
Alternatively, perhaps
You could see inside
Who could fall in love with a boy who could not love
He who would claim that the world is so fruitless
If he sees a lost cause; then so he is one
Who's writings are Godless and doleful
Such sinister words he speaks, thus must believe
To be alone is what he seems to want
Or maybe for society to kneel at his feet
What goal could he so plainly see
That he would pass all faith this way
So ascetic of human comfort and passion

Who is this man, or rather still a boy
I can't find exactly what is he
He has better hopes for you and your kind
Already forsaking himself and change
If Lucifer was cast from Heaven for love
Then this child was cast from Hell for hate
He understands the collapse of civilization
In a way more subtle than prophetic sayings
There is no void or lack of care in heart
Just experience too young he takes

He lives just to reclaim
Life from greed and mistakes
Yuuuck.

— The End —