Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
My mistress, suffer within that white dress.
You wear it well, just not today.
Temptation cannot begot a tortured yes
As they did before, when we let death play.
Strawberry lips. An alcoholic kiss;
Sweetness was a sobering addiction,
Proudly chasing whenever dismissed.
The game was our art of divine fiction.
I loved you well; devotion was for sell,
but today, I put on a suit and buy myself.