Oh Joy how you come at me like the beach waves though. I'm tumbled on the the ground humbled all joy to the furthest corners of my feels. A sneaky one you already beat spring to it didn't you? Done with the teases and little glimses and graced us with full body appearances oh joy. She's an escapee from the garden this one. All stylish even on disguise cap and sun glasses like she's on the run yet she's all joy dressed like the sky as nature's own. -Sw👀
Wash me off your skin before you sin.
For your face will tell it all if ever you should lie down with him.
Wolves will morn as the blackened sky is torn, and pour out a warth if you should ever let him pass.
Pleasurable things can sting and hearts can deceive the mind, making it believe that we need a stranger in our beds to keep us warm at night.
And I'll be the one with chills on my skin if ever you let him in.
Even your body will reject, knowing that we were more than just our flesh.
You'd be causing the cracks if you're ever in the act, they'll appear on my heart just to know that you gave up all hope and our souls will drift apart.
I'm not one for collecting so I'll keep this vessel clean, in hopes that one day you'll wake up and feel and know how you're the only one for me.
A curse you'll put upon whomever you look in the eyes that isn't me, and time will tell the truth, that you let him in only to realize you're still so empty.
But if you still choose to proceed, first, wash me off of your skin.
So that the heavens do not cry from such an abominable sin.
I am still attached to a flame that burns me
— The End —