My fatigue can be an insatiable mistress with an appetite of bottomless depths.
Her eyes haunt with a comforting luster promising deliverance from despair.
The kiss of this exhaustive succubus is not one of an infinite release, but is instead promises a tiny death.
Her eyes haunt with a comforting luster promising deliverance from despair.
The kiss of this exhaustive succubus is not one of an infinite release, but is instead promises a tiny death.
She begs me to take her and in turn be taken deep through those familiar mists beyond nowhere.
Nothing may be done to overcome that noxious curse she casts once it has fully landed.
The only trick which I have taught myself is to taunt this temptress back.
I make flirtations and allude to our potential fornication; behaving as a true romantic.
The only trick which I have taught myself is to taunt this temptress back.
I make flirtations and allude to our potential fornication; behaving as a true romantic.
With the stamina of Atlas and the speed of Hermes it’s futile to outright flee her clasp.
Just when the time has arrived to lay down with her I excuse myself in jest.
She is confused and I elude my muse; praying thanks to deceptions for fate will not stifle me today.
Upon my exit I hear again her sympathetic moans for having refused her request.
A part of me truly does miss that fine siren, but her embrace is not worth not being awake.
She is confused and I elude my muse; praying thanks to deceptions for fate will not stifle me today.
Upon my exit I hear again her sympathetic moans for having refused her request.
A part of me truly does miss that fine siren, but her embrace is not worth not being awake.
8 May 2019
RhymeHeart 