In between the sheets they lie,
he feels her soft skin
and in the warmth it melts and seeps through his hand
a lovers sand,
a love pulsating, heated sweat
turns the flow of sand into glass,
the glass windows we lock ourselves in
afraid of our perverse natures,
to search for fobidden desire
and crave for intense pleasures and climaxes
so that when she screams she calls me Messiah
"Oh God"
she knows this was worth it
worth the shame game of "i dont fuck on the first date"
"if you really loved me you'd wait"
not realising that love is what we hate
the almighty repressor of lust
the window imprisoning us
which only lust can thrust
thrust, again and again and again
until i am mind fucked pooring sweat.
tear ducts dancing with tears
to hold them or to let them go
the hesitation that i have destroyed
and now on ur left bossom my kiss is embroid
in between the sheets they lie
a heartbeat away from another mindfucked fantasy
for the blasphemy ridden "Messiah"
