Quiet
Sat, 11 Sep 2010 at 02:46am
Vampires, leeches, parasites,
Baby, you’re the worst.
Baby, we can go all night
In blasphemes
Oh lets curse!
Dark jokes, dares and dirty tongues
Baby, you’re a dream.
You think that you can hold your lungs
I dare you not to scream.
You sometimes win,
But I play fair.
And maybe I’m the best
If I leave you out of breath
Spoilt, without what strength was left
Well baby
Can’t you guess the rest?
I am,
A nightmare.
I could be a beast.
An open wound
Or screaming throb
A fiercely wild feast!
You’ve always been my horror. My sex, my secret sin,
To stroke my ribs
And strip my skin
But baby sh -
These walls are thin!
We dance
In silent careful steps
To gentle, waltzing beats.
I trace my hips in rhythm
With our greedy grinding teeth.
And always, I’ll explore you-
If not just to taste
The parts you think are flawless,
But then with bashful haste,
I search beyond your chorus
You tear away my base
We gorge and sip and lust
After the parts we dare not waste.
Like shadows used
As daylight’s bait,
I’ll trick your veins
To moan with life.
Nerves will rush as blood escapes -
(To race towards
A certain place)
-To gather
Where your skin is tight
And make you shriek with such delight.
Your racing pants
Persuade my legs
To part,
Push in
And make you beg.
And, as you bruise my thighs
With soft and heated breaths,
I let you softly sigh
And I know we’re near the end.
We gratify our young desire
Then lie together for a while
Exhausted
Spent
And out of fire
Yet still with beaming smiles.
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