So Tempted Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

In this flirtatious paradox.
Just what is it we really want?
The capture of ones heart.
The capture of ones soul.
Walls made of stone, entrapped the devious monster just beneath the skin.
Wanting, Dying for it's next victim.
Crawling inside you.
Making you feel as if you are one.
Forever and always.
Just get out alive while you can.
Her plans are irresistible.
Her body is the essence all we desire.
She plays with our minds every time.
With words like love.
Creating strength where there only was weakness.
Only to take it away, to send us down the rabbit hole of what seems like an eternity of pain.
Saying no, when all we are looking for is a single yes.
The mark of success.
What if I told I have nothing left.
Just another scrupulous unevaluated risk.
Spur of the moment twirls upon this canvas.
Do not ever pick the flower, and know the truest form of love.
For those who resist the destruction of something so inmate.
Are the one who also truly lived it.
Black roses mark the stones of those who have tried and didn't survive.
A kiss of the ever creeping.
Chills upon the spine.
Clinging to never let go.
A unity unlike anything I have ever seen.
The motions of howling waves upon and ever changing battered rock face.
And the energy release in these collision of the most powerful stars.
I am at loss of words to describe it by far.