6 thoughts on “Plucking Wings

  1. You are the angel,
    That my devil will corrupt.
    You are the Beauty,
    This Beast will fuck.
    You are the light,
    My darkness will eclipse.
    You are the welcome home,
    For my passionate whip.
    You are my object of my desires,
    You are the fuel to my burning fire.
    And it’s with you I can tell,
    I’ll walk with through gates to eventually dwell.
    Yet to see where we’re bound,
    Under or over this torrid life’s ground.

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