Her tender scent lingers long after her absence.
My desire for her embrace, chokes my spirit.
I'm am lost in my unending need for her seduction.
The silky touch of her lips, caress my damaged soul.
Before her altar I offer my bruised heart.
Filled with haste, she brushes it aside.
With tear stained eyes, I fall upon my knees.
For even the warmest desires grow cold in idle hands.
The rivers of blood run deep in my dreams.
I am the captain going under on her ship of fools.
-Johnny V.
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