The Awakening
The Awakening The mind, To have your flesh over mine Is a delight even Dionysus can't taste from his own wine. Perpetuating a corrupted lock deep beneath, Usurping the light, consuming the man within. Relishing to see Julia's feet dancing on the strings, Irritating to see her bleed from her wings. Though, what can a man do against such an invitation Yer touch of lust is a pathway to eternal damnation. If I myself am no one, then you shall complete me, Such strong desire, how delusive can it be? Death shan't do us part as reaper can't consume love, Eternal as it is, we harpooned the blackest dove. As a gift shall he praise upon thy God, To torment of love shall he chain himself, Hours of dawn born anew, so shall sing the lady herself. the body, Perplexing how one may not desire such a body, Until found what I crave, the man is a slave. Revolve around the scent of my hair, In my temple will you find the sex I wear. To embark on such a journey with me, As a penetrated sal...