Pocketful of Lies
Remember when I touched your cheeks with my death-cold toes?
How you moan in pleasure as it glide down your pride?
The electrifying thought of that intimate act
when I finally succumbed to your Adonic stance?
It was a time of ecstacy.
It was a wonderland.
The heat of your skin deeply presses into mine
as you push harder.
Harder.
Harder.
Shrieking voices conquered the hushed world;
Purity escaped from a narrow road.
One night was all it takes.
A pocketful of lies when you know and i know,
that we're owned.
Possessed by the desire to untangle those bonds,
we seized the night
with your lips slithering by my lips.


