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Writer's pictureLord Chris Mentillo

Perilous Velvet

Poetry


You’re the liquid silk within my lungs, The perilous velvet upon my tongue. You’re the filthy habit I cannot break, I crave your taste when I awake.

My devil-sent weakness, my favourite vice. Danger’s delight, naughty and nice. Addicted, enslaved, in clouds of sin. I’ll light you up, and suck you in.

Within my soul you twist and taint. You dizzy, dazzle, leave me faint. You roll and drift, you coil and curl. My nerves are raw without you, girl.

The lingering scent on fingertips, Your fiery kiss upon my lips. Unfiltered, toxic, my senses crash. I’m left as vapour, reduced to ash.

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