Beautiful

A girl like you is very beautiful,
a reply in my head
that a man just said.

Why do they want to take
the innocence of a dove?
A creature so mystic in it's strong
capability of self worth and love.

Taken to places of the dark and deep,
to dance the ways of sensual tasks,
of a flower withered without warning.

Thrown into the fire of sexual impurity,
cast out to demons of wretched
past greatness,

Important people surround me, to rip off
the petals of someone so new,fresh
and willing to love.

Comfort I find in non-existent reality,
notions of purity and abstinence cross,
but stay at bay,

With the jioning of lustful sin and
pleasure in heat,between two people,
Moments like these with passion
and desire that burn into liquid fire.

Miss used connection of sweat that is
sweet and sticky,
smooth and creamy,

But gladly embraced by the high,
of something so high and intense,

That they shake together in unity,
and fragile soft caresses
that no words can explain

That chills my pain.