Jezebel
JEZEBEL 11 A SAINTS DAMNATION. YOU buy my spirit with those peerless eyes That burn my soul ; you loose the torrent stream Of my desire ; you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole lifes hope : you deem You buy a heart ; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Passion to feed upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head ; you win The devils bargain ; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss ; my spirit for your skin ! O bi…