An Angelic form, created by the Gods to enslave male’s hunger for a beating heart
Every curve drove around a dangerous corner, that sent goosebumps upon my skin
Your eyes that offered sincerity and honesty, but hid behind them the truth of coldness
Your touch, that caused my body to turn to jelly within your grasp
And form a mould for which you could create your sculpture within
Those moments with you seemed like a lifetime of searching for my one true love
But behind this beauty, laid cold icy temperatures of pain and suffering
It was that within you, that began to tear away upon my beating heart
Ripping it from within my chest, and clutching it in your tight grasp
Squeezing the blood away until the beating stopped
And I crumbled to the ground, to become your worshiped slave
Like so many before me, and those of which you move on to next
That brings you upon the mountain of male bodies of which you lay silently upon
And look down upon the male human race from your kingdom above
Not with a sense of happiness, or forgiveness, but hunger for another beating heart to crush in your wake….
