The deep, never-ending eternity of this marbled maze of your love, your passion, your soul is sending my heart into dizzying spirals of sweet ecstasy.
Your love, ever labyrinthine, weaves words across my lips, whispering sweet nothings of deathly desire into my emptied open ears. Eagerly I tread the trembling, tricksy path toward your eternal destruction. Inside your sweet soul my demise rests, awaiting my tender lover's kiss upon your sacred, holy lips. As a God you command me, my tentative feet move to where you desire, sweet Lord of my heart. I am ever thine, in all this opulent divinity, your love is all but holy and sacred within my aching, bloodied heart of hearts.
While I await your sweet guidance, my tender flesh rests within ever still and stagnant air. While I await your attention and action upon my burning flesh, I beg my soul to rest and recover from such a cruel beating as I carried, trembling all the while, the sodden, bleeding, oozing weight of mine earth upon my aching shoulders until my spine split apart, sharp from my weeping soul.
You cut out my sweet heart, departed from my being, my body, my carcass, my trembling corpse, ridden with the sweet maggots of lust and betrayal.
While you laugh and applaud along to yourself, at such eloquent destruction of your one, true and devoted subject, you must consider my sacrifice for it's worth.
You have slain your sweet wife, brutally murdered your loyal and devoted lover for all over eternity, and ever beyond.
Why does it hurt me so to have you dismiss my love, my lust, my bruised body and my broken bones from your side? Why does my hand slip so unwillingly from your slackened fist's sweet grip? Why does my heart sink as your brush me aside, leaving me to the vultures of desire who await your gruesome command.
And yes, you shall let them strip me of my pride, my tattered clothes shall bear my naked soul for all the clouds to witness, to touch and taste, to tease and taunt. My supple breasts and open throat shall be the laughing stock, the material of ever comedic value amongst your loyal subjects.
Why does my love, light and lust fueled kiss fill you with such an abhorrent reaction to my sweet, sacred lips that your swipe me from your side, from your warm lap and that nesting spot I've constructed so conveniently between your strong, protective arms? Why am I so suddenly, so stridently worthless to even kiss the ground your magnificent, godly feet step upon?
I am nothing, I was nothing. Forever shall I be the eternal apparition your dreams choose to evade. Never shall you touch my sweet flesh, brush my supple lips, look upon the uniqueness of my Cupid's Bow. Never shall I be anything to your sweet, holy, saintly self. Never shall I be nothing, never shall I be anything but everything, all encompassing everything.
