Your heart beats in my lower spine like a truthful lullaby, while I mark you with smudges of lust. And yet, this desire for temptation, this need to open the eyes of innocence, it’s what the monsters gave me. It’s what I drank the obsidian river for.
We are only human.
So let twisted tongues betray us if they must. We are in Eden, tantalized by eternal life, and oh how our blurred vision is so crystal clear...
