Caveat

An intricate weaving of golden design is silently standing alone
Brace yourself for the imminent shadows to come
A forbidden fruit of the desire of us all
Inhabiting the spirits of the ones who succumb

A sweet anticipation of the secrets held inside the confines
Will mold you into a sculpture of stone
Surround your soul with a fiery thrill so divine
So like a sin, which one could never atone

Deep in the inexplicable chambers of shameless appeal
Lies a revelation one cannot deny
That which you burn for inside of your heart
You cannot hide away from your eyes

When the intricate weaving of golden design silently calls
You best brace yourself for the shadows to come
That which you desire to have and to hold
Has taken the very heart of some

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

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