Desire

I've got your sin.
It makes me grin.
Too well we know.
The ending of this.

Looking glass mirror time again.
I begin to see.
What is your fantasy.

I sweat, you bleed.
All the broken lovers.
On their knees in need.

Wrapped in reverie.
Of primal dreams.
Wanton, lustful petal flowers.
Spread open for the seed.

Sweet bitter crush.
I taste your bud between my lips.
It is a thorn pricked kiss.
Where my stem meets your hips.

And this is how
The garden grows.