The Evil Touch
The touch of your hand
so sweet, so firm
compassionate and lively,
though it brings hurt.
But what does a touch bring?
only love, guidance, trust;
a feeling of need and want
a feeling of tangible lust.
In that you have cursed upon me
oh,why? your hand upon my skin
and must my blood have your name on it?
all of the questions, my patience thins.
Your warmth upon my frigid cold heart
release of my evil, but a new form abroad
a curse in my name and my love
of your name in my blood and the sinners applaud.
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