In a more interesting poem:
Do you mistake me for some one else
I see your eyes working virulently down my bosom
Slipping by my dress
Coiling through my silhouette
Feeling my soft flesh
Biting back the rivers of my tears
I push you away
But my hands too small
Quiver in my comely cross
I wither in the wash of emission
I flourish in the amorphous rage of my being
Determined to cinders
Defending my coin
Fueling the senseless pleasure and fiery passion
Giving my soul is the devil
Feverish delirious flesh
Engulfing everything
Flushing
Blossoms
Clashing encountering such infatuate
I my fall
I the dark
I red
I my consumption
Forgiving I have sinned
Do you mistake me for some one else
I see your eyes working virulently down my bosom
Slipping by my dress
Coiling through my silhouette
Feeling my soft flesh
Biting back the rivers of my tears
I push you away
But my hands too small
Quiver in my comely cross
I wither in the wash of emission
I flourish in the amorphous rage of my being
Determined to cinders
Defending my coin
Fueling the senseless pleasure and fiery passion
Giving my soul is the devil
Feverish delirious flesh
Engulfing everything
Flushing
Blossoms
Clashing encountering such infatuate
I my fall
I the dark
I red
I my consumption
Forgiving I have sinned