brand me your name.
tell me i like it.
sinister isn't it?
enlighten me with your soul
i'm yours, a true devotee
alone standby, smoky.
a party for two, two lovers in-fact.
you love that i love you more.
you see me as blood and gore.
you can destroy my house, heart and hurt me.
i'll still love you by the end of the night.
let me ride, ride fast and manic like a racer bike.
YOU ARE READING
man machine
Poetryhe's a man, and he always will be leader of the pride, leather of most motions.
