I curse you with this sinful yet sanctifying fever
The longing that you killed when you winked at the hunger
When you crucified an eager in a languishing desire
I curse you with the moans that were locked in the chamber
With the kiss that you left still jailed in the ardor
I curse you with the scent of a clingy naughty whisper
With the handicapped lust, with the gasping admire
I curse you with the love that was buried in the fire
When still under the spell fully plugged with the wire
You were tender like a thunder to the yearning that you tire
I curse you with the patience and the passion and the mire
I curse you with the cuddle that would make me entire
That will cure the hangover that will make me less a crier
I curse you with the blood that you sucked you vampire
I curse you with the drama our story did require
I curse you with the nights when you thought I’m a liar
With the callous little heart that was once my empire
I curse you with the win, with the liberated flier
I curse you with the warmth, with the promise made prior
With the cold, with the loss, with the ashes after fire
