Guilty pleasures...

we share this dream
melting in the rising steam
of our extacy
I heard your whisper
you became my master
and my refugee
our eyes would sink
In an ocean of pleasure
you don't have to think
when it comes to this matter
In me,you simply be
as my all times legacy
I put you on as my nectar
breathe you in no matter how far
In your arms i sweat your scent
In my womb you are my own descent
I bend to be your cup of wine
you lay to be my dangerous sign
I tie my thoughts with your breaded rope
together we revive that desperate hope
inflaming our existence
and taming our resistance
into a wild demon of fire
born in our sacred sanctuary of desire
we draw the lines
of our features
we cross the signs
of all creatures
we carve the rocks
of our sadness
rewrite the books
of light and darkness
we break the rules
and create our own
remake the tools
exploring the unknown
for you and i
belong to the mystical throne
you are deified as the Sun god of my temple
and i am petrified as your guilty pleasure.