The Thrash of Naked Limbs
Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it This passion play Smothered in effort, The thrash of naked limbs Glistening skin Close your eyes, the whispered sighs Frightening lust Sweet was her breath, tasted by mine Words are more effective when concealed Through the halflight on her body My fearful hands tremble their way Take me, anywhere that you like Hold me, deep within. Do what you like Take me, anywhere. Warm the night Take me, take me, take me With the lights low, and you naked on the warm floor Me besides you, softly kissing, caressing Make love to her while she's crying I could die now, and die happy
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Il en coûte à celui qui vous réclame Médecins du corps et de l'âme Ô temps! Ô moeurs! J'ai beau crier Tout le monde se fait payer (English Translation): It costs to whoever reclaims you Doctors of the body and the soul Ô time! Ô mores! Even if I scream Everyone in vain is made pay
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
The pain never stops The race ignore me I sit here twisted, and it hurts me The Son is near His way made for him Among the hopes Ten thousand suffering Oh how my heart aches The brilliant stories cascade about me To be handsome again Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart The affection of stillness Kiss the hand that blesses me And as the panting ceased My blood runs now fierce This when I was young, before I knew nothing Now I'm the hunted, for the guilt that stains my hands
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026