Cimmerian Desires
Those dark furtive eyes,
into my own they secretly pry.
Orbs of obsidian deep,
my discipline I can barely keep.
Gaze further into my eyes,
bare me so I tell no lies.
Shred off every inch of my defense,
mesmerize me into submission like incense.
It`s driving me insane,
render me pleasure and pain.
Fill my heart with sin,
make me into someone I`ve never been.
[The Secondhand Emotion]
[Genevieve Farese]
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2012
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