The eyes that goad are darkened now with sleep
And hands that tease are gentle in repose
This effigy of all I wish to keep
Is falsehood ‘neath veneer of charming prose.
Angelic devil, beast of carnal grace;
You lie, in state, and lie with true conviction.
A mask, well-sculpted, hides your private face;
Lips tarnished with wet breath of malediction.
It slips, you know, to show the rot within:
A leprous bloom erupts with ev’ry word
That creeps and coaxes, gently whetting sin
To cut the heart that flutters like a bird…
And yet, somehow, with time, my soul forgets
The hellish things you do for want of sex.