Unassailable Purity

An empiricist gem, cut many ways; lives in my dangling essence, draped over my soul. The why— their hearts' squeeze marks it up— while frisking for a scar that's recent. With the burned replica of my fingerprints, certain of the exact tone of my homage— sheds still no heated hate falling for you. Bloomings grow in our depth— acquiesce. Never with their Nature connected— left, I am all my own gentle power. A pristine purity is all that can assail my lips shut its afflictions of lust. Though I don't pledge her, the moon catches my real gleam different times.