A character of immoral beauty
Look me not in the eye
For i shall deceive
Gently portrays as a maiden
In white
But a longing so deep
Handle me like woven thread
So gracefully
A hint of indecency that i crave
Set deep in those eyes
Never-ending ecstatic pain
In a horde composed of diminutive particles
Intertwined with mystery and fate
Anticipating fate's existence
With sweets and ribbons
Draped in pools of water
So shall you have my drink?
An enigmatic taste to me
How you subdued my body.
