Lover,
You have made my most wanted list.
Just one kiss
from you,
Speak,
confirm our passion;
indulge in my fantasies.
Lover,
It is you one has chosen,
picked from a tree,
the very last fruit -
who would have known
you were the last torn petal?
Lover,
though you may be
damaged,
fear not;
for you are not
tainted.
Lover?
Lover,
will you be my lover?
Be my fruit,
I do not care for your poison,
your taste will be no sweeter
than acid;
still,
one will be
pleasured.
Lover,
set alight my insides,
fulfil my desires and
scorch my soul with your
raging
flame.
There will be no angry burns,
for I see your embers
simply as
a sprinkling of tiny stars, designed to illuminate
my existence.
Lover, I
yearn for the heat of your
touch.
I lust for the pain you cause.
It proves one’s love.
Lover.
Be my lover. |
