Machiavellian Lover (from Chanteuse)
your mouth is beautiful
your lips are sin
so despite your daggered words,
I want them
a tragedy, a wrecking ball
the thread that unravels it all
a soul as deep as the trouble I'm in
it's not a matter of sink or swim--
I'm shipwrecked
free thinker, free faller
a language I can't speak
a promise you can't keep
Machiavellian lover
bent on dominance
spider web eyes
treachery in a glance
October, 20011
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