You have become
More perfect
than you are.

In my dreams,
my nightmares,
You are a goddess.

Terrible
in your perfection.
Unbearable
in your beauty.

She is intoxicated
With my sunrise package
As I open her wrathful eye
Quietly
And into forgotten shadows
That blossom beneath us
She whispers moans inspired
By my vengeful soldier
She presses up
Begs with strong hips
For smooth moments
And rough movements
This is our perfect
Violence