#lasker
Your sinful mouth is my tomb,
intoxicating its sweet bloom,
for all my virtues are put to sleep.
I drink uncontrollably from its well
and sink freely into its depths,
gazing blissfully into hell.
My hot flesh glows in his breath,
I tremble, like a spring rosebush
kissed by warm May rain.
- I follow you into the wild land of sin
and pick fire lilies by the roads,
- even if I can’t find home again…
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC