Lust

Let their delicate deaths crush you,
As a thousand blood red petals rain down.
Deliriously, you stare at the goddess;
Her ugly lust raw and sordid.
Elaborate diamond visions manipulate your love;
Black and heaving; the repulsive dream,
It's shadow languid yet enormous.
The sweet honey knife beneath her breast,
Smears the light of loves music, into a gorgeous scream.