Watching you is a secret
A pleasure that excites me
Lifting my tongue to the top of my mouth
Shifting my loins in sympathetic urge
Curling my toes towards bliss
Silence, whispered around my head
In short gasps of infinite madness
Perhaps you could take me
On a journey tonight
[This poem was encouraged by a little project called Hysterical Literature]
The urge is to cry
To roll up my sleeves
And drag my knuckles dry
Pity that holds hands
Hugs deeper than your throat
Meaningless dripping sands
Innocence that’s bleeding red
Hunger rolling eyes
Still lying naked on black night’s bed
Cupping breasts cold as ageless
And sipping wine with fine dark chocolate
Slipping through my anonimical mess
I die with the tears of acid
Flowing freely from the stone
Black with ash smelling acrid
Don’t lie to me angel face
Licking your feathers and pouting your lips
Desire makes death tangled with lace