Kneeling on the edge of a glorious creek,
A crystal river dying on my flushing cheek,
The guilt of a brief yet apprised pleasure,
Perch on the ecstasy of a sole measure,
Long lost, forgotten lore,
That I seek to bestow upon thee, once more.
The vibrant roar of an honest attraction,
Our pounding flesh, tribute of a disastrous deception,
I need, I long and yet I shun from thee
From those irresistible simpers of malicious glee,
Misleading moments of artless affection,
The undeniable charms of your evil expression.
Because our parity shall never exist,
For those breathing pure insanity persist,
On a road where softness of words is meant only to sting,
The sweet lie with which chaos you bring.
Masochistic I am, for your passion still I will seek,
Forever kneeling on the edge of a glorious creek.