AMOROUSITY
Current mood:  amorous

and as i leaned in to kiss her, i smelt the stench of a rotting place. i smelt the stench of who she was and who she will be. my nose saw that the delicate blush on her cheeks was put there like sewn lace, and not born through grace. i mourned our embrace. she was a fraud of goodness and she was a temple of sin. was i craving sin if i craved her? i am on her alter now, must i pray? do i pray with holy palmers kiss or do i prey like a feral animal, a feral cannibal. i hesitated as my breath reached her neck. i was was shown the way, must i be the prey?