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Trigger
Tasting those bright pink lips,
In the back of a church,
And touching curved hips.
She’s blushing and she's heavily panting,
Tugging my short, black hair,
Lips colliding passionately as if we’re chanting.
In the darkness behind the cross of God,
She’s pushing me against the wall,
Gripping one of the cross’s supportive rods.
In the eyes of her savior in quiet calculation,
She’s diving into the sin of my body,
And finding her new salvation.
And now again, I’m coming to find,
Just how tender her skin is,
And how a love so wrong can be so divine.
But then suddenly she pushes me away,
Reveals her hidden weapon,
And in her bright voice, says,
“May God have mercy on our souls,
And may we be together truly in Hell,
Where we can love like human fools.”
Slender hips and thin fingers,
She’s smiling at me,
As she pulls the trigger.
And as I slip away into Hell,
My eyes losing their green hue,
And my body just an empty shell,
I'll reach for your hand in the fire,
And I'll be burned alive with your love,
For the burn is forever eternal.
In the back of a church,
And touching curved hips.
She’s blushing and she's heavily panting,
Tugging my short, black hair,
Lips colliding passionately as if we’re chanting.
In the darkness behind the cross of God,
She’s pushing me against the wall,
Gripping one of the cross’s supportive rods.
In the eyes of her savior in quiet calculation,
She’s diving into the sin of my body,
And finding her new salvation.
And now again, I’m coming to find,
Just how tender her skin is,
And how a love so wrong can be so divine.
But then suddenly she pushes me away,
Reveals her hidden weapon,
And in her bright voice, says,
“May God have mercy on our souls,
And may we be together truly in Hell,
Where we can love like human fools.”
Slender hips and thin fingers,
She’s smiling at me,
As she pulls the trigger.
And as I slip away into Hell,
My eyes losing their green hue,
And my body just an empty shell,
I'll reach for your hand in the fire,
And I'll be burned alive with your love,
For the burn is forever eternal.
Published 2nd Apr 2012
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2nd Apr 2012 4:07pm
3rd Apr 2012 00:30am
3rd Apr 2012 00:21am
"Lips colliding passionately as if we’re chanting.
In the darkness behind the cross of God,
She’s pushing me against the wall,
Gripping one of the cross’s supportive rods.
In the eyes of her savior in quiet calculation,
She’s diving into the sin of my body,
And finding her new salvation. "
I love the imagery you've used. It's exquisite. A really beautiful, well written poem, even with the twist at the end. :)
In the darkness behind the cross of God,
She’s pushing me against the wall,
Gripping one of the cross’s supportive rods.
In the eyes of her savior in quiet calculation,
She’s diving into the sin of my body,
And finding her new salvation. "
I love the imagery you've used. It's exquisite. A really beautiful, well written poem, even with the twist at the end. :)
3rd Apr 2012 00:29am
3rd Apr 2012 11:47pm
very scary, sooo sooo vivid!!! XD I absolutely love this one!! XD great job
4th Apr 2012 3:50pm
5th Apr 2012 6:32am
In the darkness behind the cross of God,
She’s pushing me against the wall,
Gripping one of the cross’s supportive rods.
this is so amazing.. i agree with indie, your imagery is just fantastic hun
She’s pushing me against the wall,
Gripping one of the cross’s supportive rods.
this is so amazing.. i agree with indie, your imagery is just fantastic hun
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