~ Liquid Reverie ~

I've felt I've done something...
wicked.
You cannot survive the intimacy
And no! I can't even label it.
I sleep on its blanket of poisonous wet indulgence
celebrating forbidden silence.
I became one of them...
the depraved
on the sly, sex-starved hypocrite
the same little self-righteous weak lunatic.
Was it normal?
Or was it immoral?
If it is a sinful architecture soiling my brain
then who will consume the soaking plague 'til it drains?
Someone...
wake me up!