Lust strokes the mind with gullible fantasies.
Your lucid stare is my undoing.
I not want this sensation to linger, it sickens me.
Damn your ravishing beauty, I do not consent!
Please yield to reason...attraction is not a choice.
How to express my struggling palette.
Years of silence sutured shut by suffering the allure of this lust.
What must I do? Levitate? Cure poverty? You break me.
Lust strokes the mind with gullible fantasies. Am I gullible? AM I?!
Drink your pain through swollen eyes, what secrets nest between shameful lies.
Thicker than syrup pickles the heart, it rots off the vine, a destiny you cannot chart.
You are a muse, a perfect storm, I wallow in froth, my confidence shorn.
You know not your effect on me, I welcome unconsciousness, is to be.
You haunt my kind, poets are curious breed, meet me halfway, that’s all I need.
Yes, yes, yes, acquiesce
Yes, yes, YES, acquiesce
Yes, YES, YES, acquiesce
YES, YES, YES, ACQUIESCE!