As she talked to me
Her eyes started to tear.
And at times the words of her voice were unclear.
My mind floated to dream of heaven, I chose not to hear.
The things I did, I apologise, so sincere.
I grabbed her hair from ear to ear,
We kissed ever so violently, I thank you, my dear.
Although she pushed and shoved,
I held tighter to her love.
Gripping the neck of the white dove.
A burning passion, so deep, yet I stared above
Afraid to have looked into her eyes, in fear of
Demise as she suffocated in the lies of true love.
My heart started racing as I grew impatient
To fill my body with an unholy yet divine sensation.
Ostracised from any emotion,
She was smothered in a deceitful concoction.
Shattered, on both hands and knees, she cries in subjugation.
I held her near, only with love but no devotion.