Goblet Of Lust
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Would you heal me if I pour some lust, into your goblet?
The ice of warmth and care topped with the mint of grace;
A glass of wine with a kiss on the brim,
A tear-drop on the silhouette of it,
I shamble to you as I smirk my sadness;
A glass raised for a toast -
Questioning your loyalty for the love of bargain!
I resemble none other than your moon
Yet you seem to be my only escape
Fire on the bar, as I come to you.
You .. my friend or charmer... lover or what?
The names are many... which I would never prefer to call!
Come on, raise your fingers, don't be shy.
I know you want it too, as much as I.
I have a doubt though, you seem a bit cold.
Cold as ice? No.. rather cold as my heart?
Is it not worse? I am not sure if I really want to serve!
I am already drained of emotions.. of love or mere pretensions
Believe me, it is very hard for me.
I am not here to deceive you, a 'repair' is all I need.
Even if it is temporary, it should work for me!
So mister, do we have a deal?
It's been a long time of a fair deal!