Hush my sweet dark desire sleep in spire of heavenly tomorrows and let those whispers of pleasures rest upon the evening tide i sip and feel the rush of hemingway's whiskey burn ever slowly and now the tin point of this broken compass cuts deeply the ebony veins in our sacred union for when she calls to the wolf inside I will sit underneath her beautiful wings warning, emergency as it is getting rather urgent truly I see the devil running outside Eden so tempting is this deadly dance for our burning pain of love my dangerous fallen angel and black rose and as I stand steady on all fours and prey your silver touch and salty tears streak down my fine fur I howl in ecstasy and this night is forever calling out her true name
