Poetry / My Monstrous Angel

Smooth white lines decorate the glass table,
Heaven’s angels that offer me my breath,
Picturesque lover beating me stable,
A never-ending mask held over death.

Brought by a tunnel gently inserted,
Searing rush swapped for matchless sensations,
A constant cycle, simply perverted,
Repeated through tormenting temptations.

Vivid waves distract my freefalling soul,
Heart in danger of cardiac arrest,
Searching for perpetually lost control,
My corpse a chemical vessel, possessed.

This simple love cliché a confession,
Voice to my tantalising obsession.

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