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Cradle for sin
An itch undefined
dwells under my skin.
and my hands are designed
as a cradle for sin.
These hands welcome the chaos
such a filthy embrace
Conducting a seance,
I lure a beautiful face.
A natural high
the poison floods every vein.
A neurotic reply,
A fuzzy jolt in my brain.
Something is absent,
and I'm filled with suspense
It seems I've found my distraction
as she lands on my lips.
dwells under my skin.
and my hands are designed
as a cradle for sin.
These hands welcome the chaos
such a filthy embrace
Conducting a seance,
I lure a beautiful face.
A natural high
the poison floods every vein.
A neurotic reply,
A fuzzy jolt in my brain.
Something is absent,
and I'm filled with suspense
It seems I've found my distraction
as she lands on my lips.
Published 10th Jan 2019
Author's Note
We all need that rush. Comes in human form on many occasions.
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