Love Behold!

I am the LIE

The Lie that slithers and slides

Up upon your thigh questing

Truth to be denied as I quench

Thirsty lips and I am reborn upon that tongue as guile

As the sweet nothings that spill out to hide

Betrayal and lust that was divine between heavy sighs

Screaming out to stop, silently pleading to not

Deny thrusting self-indulgence sublime

Devotion conspiring to wither the love that may have been

Nothing more now than diminishing

Tremors of remorse for indulging the desire

For the pleasures which I will never decline

Love Behold!

I am the LIE