Crush I now, my soul upon this path of lust, and desire. Weep I, for the keeper of my heart. Should not I impale my wretched body on the rocks beneath the garden of my mortal iniquities? Remove thine sword from its sheath, and plunge it into my wicked heart, taking away all that is good with that which is bad. Whisper into my ear all that I seek to hear. Touch my forehead with a kiss of your lips upon my brow. Place thine hand upon my pulse, and feel my raging blood of desire. Feel thy, my most wondrous of creations. Oh to feel thine gentle touch as ye run thine fingers through my hair like an angel playing her golden harp up in the Heavens. Hold me, embrace me, love me.
Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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