A trace on the flesh
A scratch in the skin
Ink to the canvas whispers the words
Give in, live in this moment
Between pleasure and resistance
Between measured steps and reckless
Abandon, I make my marks
Take them in, I draw out perfection
She begs me corrupt it
A day in the depths
A night full of sin
The sheets compose songs unheard
Breathe them in, leave your discretion
Behind the threshold of passion
Deny no devil who could leave such
Impressions, I offer my art
Laced in these quiet persuasions
She begs me to break in
A place amongst the graves
Of the graceless and the slave
You will find I know the way
To heaven through hell
To passion through the will
To fight it, I light the candles
That guide foreign hands through the familiar
To the flesh, through the dead
To a new breath, and to this, I craft
An intricate web, spun of silver and satyriasis
One not intended to capture, but to filter
The half-hearted, that only the most potent of lovers
Might find their way in
Might survive the inferno at the flesh
And dress in the heat of the flame
Who comes in waves, all the same
As the ocean.
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