Rose-Gold Verses.
Your offer is intriguing, but I can’t be sure
of the nature of your sly verses. Oh dear,
duch dulcet lyrics are surely impure.
Luminous lyrics slither from your maw
and litters my form with a hunger so clear.
Your offer is intriguing, but I can’t be sure.
How fast I grow bored of this lifeless décor
while I dwell in the solitude of this scorching sphere.
Such dulcet lyrics are surely impure.
Do I crave the gaze of my heart's abductor?
Or does this thirst stem from the blue feel of this lair?
Your offer is intriguing, but I can’t be sure.
A great sorrow would hold my mother, I’m sure,
if she knew your verses could render me unaware;
such dulcet lyrics are surely impure.
Perhaps I fancy the manner in which you implore,
Fancy your eyes that scorch me with fury I adore.
You’re offer’s intriguing, but I can’t be sure,
such dulcet lyrics are surely impure.