The Temptress
Lyin asleep
Coldness in her eyes
There’s trouble down the line
Taking all your worth
You called me a playboy
Strictly judging me,
Your scarring, won’t hurt
A justified reprieve
Sinning in a world
Where evil sways you with delight
A weakness you can’t overthrow
The temptress never dies
This grueling thorn
Digs deep inside of me
It burns in you to
Why can’t we be free?
You don’t even know me
Yet I’m crucified by your eyes,
My heart’s filled with lusting
But yours it holds only lies.
Things being rough
That’s just the way it is
Just keep the faith
All yah need is one good kiss
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
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