Lost outside of your own true mystery, false faces search your own constantly, attacking all of your honesty, feeding at the feet of your dignity.

Lustful Lover kept hidden to shameful secrecy, comes once with writhing passion to question all their decency, kept locked in vacant vacuum to vacate all useless scrutiny, Chained Shackled and torn from all who come to please him

He lies behind such ruthless eyes and makes such pretty mask, His voice so new yet screams of truth and dances to all that’s asked, with answer bold and often cold scripted lifetimes in advance, it begs belief that joker or could thief play role to which he wants

He wants what’s never been known by him before, the illusion that evades him like jealous whore, the sin denied him since from peace he was torn, caught well beyond the cheap freedom he adorns

The lustful eyes that dream and dream only, look beyond prized trinkets and costume jewellery, search past pretence and burdened society, keep intrigued glimpse of innocence and shameless foolery

To touch taste and relish in utter purity