Only if a romantic dozen could bleed,
Bleed with a dozen sinful deeds,
The night in which it was brought to life with shared passion and glory,
Exotic turbulence manifested deep within the root of its heart,
Emitting the forbidden-sweet perfume of seduction,
Persuading and obliterating sin with vines of folly and faith creeping up with delicate togetherness,
The gentle heat caressing the silk scarlet giving exposure to the brewing fire,
Awakening the insatiable desire of;
Love
Lust
Pain
And Vulnerability,
Climaxing in an explosion of blood, Red blood
Blissfully merging,
And forming Alliance with satiety.