paper is stained in fragile hand skin breathes where the gold slipped off a thin finger and now im free to cry as my naked hands wring themselves there is no justice for the fure of heart i eat what you have yet to digest i do not need your example for the warm-pressed paper sealed in my palm is sealed, and therefore irrevokable sealed, and therefore infinite my sin is purity while yours chews at the velvet fingertips that pressed the seal of my letter i am guilty of love while you deny me your passion what ive been pretending would suffice is inadequate to the fantasy ive provided hold me now, for my love is only to be wasted until the letter is opened the seal is broken
i'm diggin' it... especially 'my sin is purity while yours chews at the velvet fingertips that pressed the seal of my letter i am guilty of love while you deny me your passion what ive been pretending would suffice is inadequate to the fantasy ive provided.'
