Avant-Garde

Under a pornographic red light
Filthy red colored words polished onto the walls
With thorny stems scattered all over the room

I’ll crawl into bed with you
Caress and roll all over it with my arms firmly wrapped around yours
As these thorny stems rip off each others clothes until naked
Drenched with blood after our skins are slashed
The white sheets turn red
And these thorns are smashed by the intensity of our bodies rubbing

I’ll clench onto your lips with mine
Squash them passionately with my teeth
Let their red wine pour out
To gently water my lifeless lips for they are dry

And as we start off with soft
We let our bodies become one
As if we’ve been tied up by a Celtic metallic chain
And since we’re soaked with each others blood
We’re left unprotected from each others disease
This makes me crave you more
Thus
Let’s whisper dirty words into each others ears
Let those words trigger our gradually awakening beasts
And engage into an endless act of love
That is an Ambigram of endless hardcore
Until we’re left sweaty and breathless

These thorns have indeed bled me dry
But worry not
For I'm alive as long as I'm assassinated by your brown eyes
And the sharing of your disease gave me the pleasure to live your pain
Get reincarnated with you again in the after-life
And if loving you is a sin
Then let the angel of death take away my life
Where hell shall be my eternal reside.