Fake wings,
And dirty white robes.
I miss the hell we call home.
You are my vanity.
Your eyes tell me I am magic.
Your touch tells me I am God.
Your lips tell me I am nothing -
nothing but magnificent stardust.
You are my greed.
Every gaze is insufficient.
Every touch is incomplete.
Every kiss is the start of
another infinite loop of desire.
You are my sloth.
In your sweet scent lies my peace.
In your warm embrace my home.
In your body I get lost in the maze
of clarity - I never want to leave.
You are my wrath.
My stomach's in a twist.
My voice louder than thunder.
My body splits in half,
as you let my demons run free
Your are my gluttony.
Every inch of cloth on your body.
Every mile of road between you and I.
Every bit of reason cannot hold me back
from devouring the feast of your love.
You are my envy.
Only my lips will taste your flavor.
Only my touch will make you tremble.
Only silver if you have to offer,
it's the gold, I would fight for.
You are my lust.
Let me enjoy the orbs of heaven.
Let me eat the fruit of the Gods.
Let me enter this sweaty carnival of sex.
I am a savage at your blessed gates.
Insincere smiles,
And drunken niceties.
I miss the hell we call home.
I want you and our seven deadly sins.