For Her Pleasure

erase the pictures from my mindeliminate the presence of your kindunloose the strings of instinct lawsjust to fall into some other jawsin pounding afternoon

I risefor the pleasure of dying twicea wingcut anges in declinebreathe my air and

I'll be fineput your teeth in mecarve your name in me

I don't care if there is somethingthat

I'm blind to seeinvite yourself and feel freeto pick up splinter of debrisit's in your sys. exsubdues all that's delusiveinitially this lie

I'd recoilbut again

I crawl this dirty soilof all possessions

I did treasurethis one's strictly for her pleasure