Thursday, June 24, 2010

White Sunday 18

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will you lay upon the altar
and offer me your soul
just to see if I will snatch it
in a flash of lost control

will you touch me with desire
that is ancient and anew
draw me in to share your pleasure
a hunger, pure and true

will you dare be my redemption
for my arrogance and fall
that I might yet deserve to set
my compass to your call

will you lay upon the altar
and offer me your soul
just to see if I will snatch it
in a flash of lost control


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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