Seeds of Desire

How can our love die if it's carving into my skin? Your lips are red like pomegranate, the taste of secret sin. The seeds - so plentiful, A forbidden fruit: rich and fermentable. Trapped forever in this castle of flames and desire. I couldn't have waited for a sip of what transpired. No regrets are possessed for what I took and the current mess. To be your prisoner, wife, and slave? It’s worth it for this sex I crave. Addicted to the seething blood. The pleasure of evil licks my veins like a flood.