Berry Doughnut Love

Common obscenity does not seem to stop:
The rugged up guests - they slam the door,
When they enter your pastry's shop -
Those milk fingers, which you'd happily chop.
The shameless bargain with your nature - and some nasty dude.
The souls're easier to be spat at, when they are nude -
How nowadays can seem so bloody rude?
Your melodic voice of virtue has got me drunk -
I feel the taste of berry doughnuts, even waking up each day in a funk.
The sugar smell took up all the air -
Please, babe, don't leave me in despair.

No, I don't want no hurry, don't want no roughness, no rush.
The sunset over the dusty city turned to pale pink -
Like your cheeks, when you blush.
Discreet with lilly haze, when we walk up the night street -
The time, when the black hole inside and the insight elixir meet.

So weak - the broken and the pristine telepathically speak.
Feeling no strength at all, both of them could  climb up the peak,
Even if the jouney looks bleak.
For the untouched heart prepared to tear apart
Each desecrator's face, call it a sort of art -
Just then to have it like a piece of tart.

Let's hold up now our speed - the taste of delicacy leaves no urgency to feed.
Some soft balm for the pieces from the inside
Is exactly what we need.
The glazed perfume with a roast smell -
The sugarcoated tension's what we want to consume,
As for someone else there's no room.
A time to waste? We prefer to cling on to the sweet taste,
As the empty and the full at this cafee embraced -
Then in the morning to wash it down with a toothpaste.

* - о нарциссической импульсивной влюбленности. Которая даже если не подразумевает собой абьюз другого, все равно оказывается потреблением.