Literature
Supernova
The Holy Trinity behold us,
the white feathers caress the river of our lust to come a new...
Eventhough, I've unleashed the beast of passion,
the boundary on your neck is the proof of
your willing compliance...
Beneath Sun's conquering shield
raw emotions are crushed for making the finest wine,
unraveled in a cup made of jewelry stars...
Nostalgia was no more,
only pleasure to fill our burgundy cups again...