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Enticing waves of lustful rage
Crash against the shore of skin,
A fevered tide that knows no cage,
Where fingers claw and teeth sink in.
Hidden blooms in velvet roses,
Petals slick with sweat and spite—
Behind velvet roses,
Love’s just lust in cheaper light.
Oh, how romantic, this charade,
Whispers sweet as spoiled wine,
You call it passion, I call it blade—
Two fools pretending it’s divine.
We tangle in the thorns and throes,
Moaning vows we’ll break by dawn,
Lust wears love’s mask, heaven knows,
Then laughs while both your hearts get pawned.
A sacred sin? Please, spare the prose.
It’s hunger dressed in borrowed grace,
Devouring till the afterglows
Leave bite marks on a hollow face.
Behind those velvet lies we hide,
The truth is crude, the high is cheap—
We fuck like animals, then sigh,
And call it something worth the weep