The Hand that Feeds

         -And shadow over my brow,

though a scar lays barren on my heart,

my mind is free,

and my torture is substained,



Your aura sorrounds me,

with your touch,

I tremble,

and thank god.



You are a drug-

I breathe you in,

my intellect is transparent,

the ultimate realease,



Tantalize, inveigle, entice,

fog crowds my eyes,

my eyes alite,

and my body is ignited.



Then my thoughts are inncorrect,

and all i've believed is flawed,

my existence is flawed,

oh, harmony in your arms.



Hold my soul in your arms,

whisper your secrets,

come as you are,

as my friend.



And they wonder...

Will she bite the hand that feeds?