I belong to your lust but I did not share in the passion.Sinister beauty generates unholy thoughts. As
I lay on blood covered clouds, you drown in my innocence.
Unfed desires satisfied despite the clamour.
Your marble words and jagged touch hush me into denial
but stubborn reality is vengeful and my moral trajectory vague.
A flux of tears and burning bruises seer my soul.
What a waste of a beautiful object.