Ethereal Escape

My photo

You are the reason,

for pleasure equates pain,

we tangle like

two serpents in the

Garden of Eden

fighting to be the one

to corrupt humanity

with our sweet temptation.

I can’t quite figure you out,

I’m not sure if I want to,

because your grip

on my hair pulling,

causes my brain to trip,

on a lack of words

you are my cure,

and everlasting curse

lips purse

with your name

enthralled with this

ungodly game.

Eyes roll into

my head like a sunrise

breaking the horizon,

be my sunset,

an ethereal eclipse.

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