Day 12 of my review of the year and a poem about giving in…
Like pools of cooling water
Blue eyes beckon, lead me to slaughter.
Like the siren you entice me in
With those lips of sweetest poison.
Like a pillow you promise rest
If I lay my head at your breast.
I know it is ruin
To surrender to lust
But I’m just a sinner
And I need your touch.
So like wings, when your arms spread wide
Within your embrace I will come to die.
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