Confined, never but always dreaming of plaster-filled Kisses.

Restricted, why dream of the nasty forbidden?

Compelling, unnecessary desires inviting the Beading Eyes-

Illegally, crimson splattered Pecks taking.

Containment decreasing as the grip rises-

Do not consume the grimey, glamorous Lips!

Brush mine not, my sweet Unlover.

One slip of the tangible whisper invites the slip of the tangible blade-

Serving Beading Eyes unright.

No! Forget above gibberish-

Forever stay righteously corrupt.

Would rather we be unforeverly pure.