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.
