For-never?

I'm the maître d of your thin white flesh,
and your pink-pinched neck-

That lick of mole on your brow,
sees the king of modern film,
as all he is.
Now

don't test me with coins, or pig-blooded hearts,
you knew it was alive,
you knew from the start.

To say this is for never, could split me apart.
But to say this is forever, is sitting in the dark.

Are you free tomorrow night?
I have a plan for that skin,
to shadow your face,
break night on your chin.

After all it should be dark, so why don't we begin?

It's silly I know,
so give it a go?
I'm good for a laugh, and a passionate "hello".

Take feast of that guitar,
that ropes wrings round your arm,
and plays with a felon, of breathing charm.

Sophistication is bliss,
and ignorance is this,
so lets hope that forever will last this one kiss.