I wanted her beauty – was longing her passion
\nher fashion – her irrational intrigue and savvy
\nas cold as any – assassin you\u2019ve heard of
\nas wanton as only – a player would know
\nI asked her to join me – for light conversation
\nwith slight hesitation – she coyly agreed
\nand everything after – from then and forever
\nwas altered completely – till hell freezes over
\na blur wrapped in hunger – and outrageous excess
\nan eternal detour – from all I\u2019d prepared for
\n(now) the chains on my soul – keep me tethered immortal
\nmy chortle remorseless – I got what I\u2019d asked for<\/p>\n
Enticed by her seductive gifts
\nand taunted with bewitching kisses
\nfixated on the ecstasy
\nmy soul descends into a sweet, unending deep abyss
\nSlow broiled within my own damn rapture
\nburned by way of rhapsody
\nignited by the joy and frenzy
\nsurrendering into the depth, a flame I can\u2019t resist<\/p>\n
Every moment we spend – every minute a pleasure
\nwhatever, whenever – wherever, together
\nthe past becomes present – the present the future
\nthe dead become living – the living the dead
\nnow the chains on my soul – keep me tethered immortal
\nI got what I asked for – was the last thing Satan said<\/p>\n
Enticed by her seductive gifts
\nand taunted with bewitching kisses
\nfixated on the ecstacy
\nmy soul descends into a sweet, unending deep abyss
\nSlow broiled within my own damn rapture
\nburned by way of rhapsody
\nignited by the joy and frenzy
\nsurrendering into the depth, a flame I can\u2019t resist<\/p>\n
Now the past becomes present – the present the future
\nthe dead become living – the living the dead
\nthe chains on my soul – keep me tethered immortal
\nI got what I asked for – was the last thing . . . Satan said<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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