Some Daggers Wear Red - Flesh Upon Flesh

Simply, darling
Same as old
What I desert

A thousand Virgils
And Valkyries lay unheard

It's the iron-grasping hand
Are the neighbors pounding mad?
I just want to sleep with you
Nothing I can't handle

And the pause of thrill rehearse
As we bend the will alive
Flesh upon flesh
Nothing short of a scandal

Super-sonnet
Lives among
The dowry hearse
I'll leave you to it
Ask you to join
The jousting mad

It's the secrets that you hide
We don't know the hour of day
I just want to sleep with you
Nothing I can't handle
Endless summer
That joy, do you fake?
Flesh upon flesh
Nothing short of a scandal

Written by:
Michael Cuenca

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