Temptation
Come and dance in devil's flames,
don't be afraid to wear these chains.
Fall in love with razor's pain,
what you lose your sure to gain.
Lust so rich it feels sublime,
like lover's lips filled with wine.
What secret measures do you make,
for secret pleasures that you take.
Now lift your head O shameful dove,
they say wicked, we say love.
To decide love or lust,
the answer lies with whom you trust.
This poison taste so good,
how can it be so misunderstood.
Come and whisper lies, I do not care,
with war and love all is fair.
Now pain I thought you were my friend.
How could you be so cruel to end?
9/22/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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