dusty311

tears of the lust bound Goth
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tied to the alter my dying bride,
her flesh just a pattern.
marked by the tears that she cries.
the glimmer of woe,
her swollen eyes,
taped up and hand cuffed.
her mind screams in delight,

wrapped up inside her,
my gift of life.
her bondage so tight,
my lover she whines;
as i force in this tissue
of blood in sinew
her bloody face screams in fright.

as make up smears,
i taste her tears,
swirling as it falls away.
hours they pass,
like sand through the glass,
night fades into day.
our bodies give way,
like over worked slaves.
the bottle has run dry.
so together we lie,
as do we wonder why,
incense insist to burn as we cry.