Brutalove

Every sweet love,
Once in a while,
Turn into something dark and better
Of taste and life
So dark and deeper,
Sweeter than blood,
Wilder than a dose of adrenaline when there is already much.

It is delicious, it is wonderful, it is a pure vice.

Every sweet love,
Once in a while,
Turns into brutalove.
Only by the feeling
Of being complete and higher,
Only because of what it tastes,
What makes us feel within.

Nothing felt before, all entirely new for the eyes.

A rope in the neck, a pleasure with pain
Tight as made by a sailor, a nature that I love.

It is a change that will always grow inside.