A metaphorical pause deep within
a space crowded of forbidden fruits
somewhat like your lips before we touched
a bit of shine, and a lick of lust-er
you polished my fantasy quite risque
revelations when the phantom has spoken
no illustrative embraces to shake
mere chimera of my mind's play
unaware, you brazenly materialized
tango'd til dawning of brazen daylight
releasing the angels of confession
around the fire of inconsistent guilt
couldn't live up to the luminous parable
sublime written lines, twisted of darkly fate