Lovers tangle

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes… it's all I can do not to give into the urge hide you away from the rest of the world, so their filth doesn't dirty and stain your delicate flawlessness"

"And what would you do with me, my articulate angel?"

"I would worship you, my sweet sinner… I would dirty you with my hands only to clean you so carefully… dress you in finery just so I could slowly slip it off you. I'd love you for your mind, body and soul"

"What if I deny you?"

"Then I would make it my soul mission to persuade you otherwise"

"And if I refuse to falter?"

"I will cling to my dreams of our time together and forever sleep soundly even though my waking life is troubled by your absence"

"What if I was to bring a lover into your presence?"

"I would greet him well, but inside I would weep for his place is where I long to be, I would envy his eyes, his mouth, his hands, for they freely wander a form that I crave. But no matter my need, my greed and my envy, it shall remain lock away, blocked away from the light, in a room, in the tomb of my mind."

"What if I ended my contract with the devil, moved away and bound myself to another man?"

"I would attend your wedding, with my heart upon knife, give you a gift and wish you a happy life, bow and surrender… to a man greater than I."

"And finally what if I come up to you, with heart in my hands, surrendered it to you and your plans, would you take it and keep it with yours or would you break, slash and cover it with scars and give it back with bitter regards?"

"I cradle it in my hands, protect it from harm and the evilest of plans, calm it and charm it until you feel my spell, then lock it away in the depths of my being until it beats its last, hopefully along with mine as well"

"Tell me angel, can your mouth justify its claims? Or is it merely a tool to dispense your pretty words, to charm and ensnare willing women's hearts? Do your envious eyes mean to imprison those in their gaze? And do you hands mean to caress or simply harm and hurt?

"My words are those that my heart begs me to air"

"Ah but is that heart of yours foolish enough to stumble and fall for all who meets its longing gaze, or will it remain mine to the end of our days?

"My heart is yours and yours alone. And as for my mouth, eyes and hands, they promise to hold yours as tightly as yours hold mine."