Scent of the Gilded Woman
John Rodriguez
Sweet fragrance of innocence, consumes my head,
I detest all my sins, I detest all my sins.
A confederation of mixed emotions consuming,
consuming flesh bounded by blood
All pride is humbled by my passions now,
I dread the loss of heaven and pains of hell.
Deception becomes a habit, emotions condensate.
The flesh is consumed, the fragrance becomes stale
Deflowered, it becomes nothing but a mere shadow
This shadowy land is dried of honey,
This shadowy land is dried of coursing veins.
I dread the loss of heaven and pains of hell.
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