"Temptations Encore"

Languorously she lays with unmotivated movements, deliberately ruined by her own karma. I adored her so. Titillating feline she once was, now without zeal she forfeited her once so stunning attributes; must have been a relic of choice as well. She surrendered until fixtures were mèlange-- they managed to conquer someone so illuminating in an instant; maybe that's pretentious of me, but I care no longer. Jocular no longer. Somber in moods and quells from cloying-- she chased him so vigorously as if I did not exist; for an instant as if it was not I quasi-angelic to protect her very presence; blessed she with an abundance of presents, to the extremes of allegro I sang to represent repentance for past lovers who failed she... Cynic she has to be, certainly. This betrayal has left my soul sour, my cunning innocence devoured. You... Lover, have stained my eyes a carmine color, yet you lay in grief?! How dare thee! Aloof amongst favorable mates, now potential foes because I no longer trust-- for trusts sake. Rise from your defeated poise and face the revelries I insist upon this day of karma. Your narcissism enveloped your once so lovely humidities and his audacious being compelled you to break vows held before our Lord? Languorous wretched lover of my now tormented heart, you've found a perverse manner in which to destroy me. How much I cherished thee. Fickle no doubt... Lay in your slumber grieving for your revered lover, I shall try no more. Relevant prayers practiced while you apparently abhor my being-- whore, I'm hoarse from verbal rants and chants of, 'how could you'? This has to be Temptations Encore. Applauded your momentary pleasures conquered... Titmouse turned raven, so dark and crow-like-- from long feathers soft and polite-- enjoy the rest of your life, I shall live mine. Applause inside your grief their of my innocence; this has to be Temptations Encore, certainly.