An Ode To An Insidious Sensation

Beneath the translucent veil of placidity, emerged that sound To all is pure evil forecasting the prelude of a prolonged agony Of flashy tear drops falling from a man abandoning his captaincy A voice gushing through blood to veins in a body utterly bound With the zeal of a new couples tasting a love heartily profound Never imagining their pampered sparkle would ever reach atrophy A persisting whisper like the howls of a one thousand wolfhound Driven by lust, the fervent fervour fatuously never faltered my heart Desire has simply dyed my insidious sensation with colours agleam With ease, the prey has fitly fallen into web not using a single dart Night wiped the eyes of conscience, sanity swept in a sea of steam For sweet sin never countenances evildoers to venerate the extreme Bed saved its sheets for passers-by to err, the game began to start! © Guru Jad 2013