Breaking dawn

Depression , despair

Isolation in seclusion

Lechery and lewdness

Burning us in moments of repression

Sin and malice caressing in

agression

Phantom promises on the table

The delivery was something

fleeting

Faceless orgasms left us

wanting

Trading in lust

Posing as cupid

Skin against skin

Hearts beating in sync

The clock ticking but still

The rejection a foul taste in our

tongues

Chasing the pleasure to a

crescendo

The wait killing me softly

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