She called me, first
and then she
called him next
while we sexed
it seemed to be normal
For a while I did my job
For a moment I learned to smile
sans crookedness, because it was not only sex
but I yearned to punish
This heart cannot be conformist to virtue
It wants ths hatred of heaven
the hatred of hell
it cannot be trusted
because it has found Eden unlearned
So when I was moral
I twisted her heavily
I twisted him broken
when the body craved
I did not release
sinfully I kissed both wronged lovers
in nothingness of love I found
the love of sin.
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