"Devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest.
Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress."
Come to me, for I have seen and need more.
You have left a lasting taste on my tongue,
An ever-burning scorch upon my milky white throat.
I am yours.
Take me, chain me,
Crown me, claim me,
Stain me......
As you will it, so it will be.
You have taken me before.......
In my deepest, wettest, most vivid dreams,
I have tasted you.
Your lurid shape has stood before me beautifully,
So that I might love my own sickness. |