Silver Tongue

pretty words from pretty lips

falling fast like rain

fingertips on eager hips

I’ll make you wait again

you won’t know when it’s coming but

you’ll know when it arrives

the squeal of steel, the rush of blood

careening down your thighs

the red runs rich in rivulets

the edge is what we ride

sin is what this lust begets

with shadows in our eyes

Your silver tongue the damage done

there’s nothing left to say

it sits like lead inside your head

don’t wish this fear away

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