A love that feasts on my morals, twisting my senses.
You crowd my mind, clouding my thoughts.
I'm a host to your touch, tangled in lust.
A bond that bends, but will never be broken.
Casting lines, and your lure is my token.
You bankrupt my grace, looting my mercy.
I'm a colonizer of the ground you walk on.
Worshipping you, a ruler, like a pawn.



Saturday 20 April 2024