Bed of Proses.

lxvii.

❝ glorious ❞

i want to be your revelation,

cause i'm afraid being your genesis.

every touch feels apocalypse,

when your hands tracing down my skin.

if i'll have a girlfriend-

forever would last.

if i'll have a boyfriend-

forget that i have.

what you've done good,

to make me want you so bad?

would i break this golden rules,

just to come and go along with you?

needs a clay for testaments,

cause i foresee how this one ends.

if you wanted a boyfriend-

may i could apply?

if you wanted a girlfriend-

the harder i'll try.

this one was good,

and i wanted it so bad.

my kind of vice-

cruel but nice.

gives taste on my life-

joy and pain combined.

the feeling was glorious,

better than my previous mistakes.

i'm not just curious,

learning on how to define my taste-

heavenly taste,

and it feels glorious!

my drug is my baby-

i want you so bad.

angels can't help me-

at times that we touch.

scared of me, thinking-

it's glorious too much?

wish you'll know,

i'll spend the night making art,

in my bed all alone-

so come here at my home.