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Black moon shirt, red negligee burns...

The Night was made for lust...
Unbuttoning the black moon shirt
Pale light of flesh calling
Tightening the noose of desire

Bound by the breath and ropes
Arched back, Fallen Angels bend
Quivering mouths, angelic tongues
Lip synced splitting her open

Red negligee burns mortal flames
Dark petals bursting and wet
This fire within them only grows

Ephemeral hands, the eternal florist
Plugging into my soul like you do
Urgent hymns trying to break me
Preying like a mantis at my temple

Pearls will always line my streets
In the night, dripping from my bud
Each edge opens earthly paradise
Bruises in the back alley entice

My fair best at midnight, in the shadows
The satin walls caress your body
As you plunge into the deepest trench
Drifting over the cliff, the fallen

Rusty chains still holding on tight
Gravediggers always seeking coffins
Survival is all about passion
And angels wearing out the beds

Mausoleum of pouts and leather boots
I will never surrender to anything
The flight of light extinguished
Descending into me step by step.
Written by KristinaX
Author's Note
This is another from the Kristina's mirror series of inspired writes. There is a lot of inspiration around here. ;)
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