Dear Esquire

Title: Dear Esquire
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Tags: Poetry
Summary: A piece of poetic lyric for a story but it won`t be placed into it.

Is it your desire?

The desire to hire the hate within.

This hate in me is your desire, dear Esquire.

This hate, this is a hate that is a true sin.

You force it to grow as you sow the seeds that bleed. 

Bleeding in me, making me kneel and life forever surreal. 

But I won`t cry, I will not, dear Esquire.

I will choose to die inside so that you truly do not have me. 

Is it your desire?

The desire to hire the hate within.

This hate in me is your desire, dear Esquire.

This hate, this is a hate that is a true sin.

So, I do kneel, it is all that I can desire.

Thus to you, I relent all of my shields, dear Esquire.

You own it all, all for I no longer can fathom any.

You have me lost, dear Enquire, use me, as you will.

Is it your desire?

The desire to hire the hate within.

This hate in me is your desire, dear Esquire.

This hate, this is a hate that is a true sin.

Is it your desire?

The desire to hire the hate within.

Is your desire, a desire to have this in your Quinn?

This hate in me is your desire, dear Esquire.

This hate is a true sin in your Quinn.

You are the one who owns, owning this Quinn. 

Is that your desire, my Esquire?

Pulse

Title: Pulse
Items:
Tags: Song, Lyrics.
Summary: A piece of poetic lyric for a story but it won`t be placed into it.

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

It is what you do 

Do with me. 

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

Pulse, pulse, pulsing. 

You do it with me, it fills my primal need.

You do pulse within the depths of me.

You do it until I can`t breathe.

Yet, I breathe, it breathes in me.

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

It is what you do 

Do with me. 

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

Pulse, pulse, pulsing. 

Your pulsations breath in me.

Yet, I can`t think when you pulse in me.

I only feel you when you pulse in me.

Pulsing with you breathing in me.

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

It is what you do. 

Do with me. 

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

Pulse, pulse, pulsing. 

Pulsations forcing in the need.

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

It is what you do. 

Pulse, you fill to spill into me.

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

It is what you do 

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

It is what you do. 

Do with me. 

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

Pulse, pulse, pulsing.