CAMELOT FANTASIES

CRIMSON SATIN

Will my essence, pull you within.
Am I to be your sin, pacifying my grievance.
With the pleasant, taste ov you.
Our luv will ensue, life's reverence.
Time for penances', will not whither.
Our time together, shall taste ov crimson.
Humanity ridden, our luv is to survive.
To take you alive, would be a pillow ov crimson satin.
Into your soul, I will luvingly dive.
Together, creating a new role.