Passion Is A Lynch Waiting

Oh,

Oh my dearest one

How you shine bright

Brighter than the pulsing sun


And when you speak

You words are a tumble of grace

Pulled forth with silk

And ribbons of gold and lace


Your lips!

So plush and full

They could grant me sleep

With the presses of such lips, a lull


Your eyes though

Your eyes

Blazing balls of orange heat

Sometimes


They pain me

Make me

Curse me

Leave me be!


They stare at me with such

Curiosity

Such, such

Ferocity


They stab me

Making my heart numb

And full

Oh how dumb!


How dumb am I

To have fallen for a demon

To have such desires

This overwhelming passion!


And could I speak?

For a moment please

While you eat my heart whole

With no cease


My blood dribbles down your chin

Your neck

You stare at me with those blazing eye

Until I’m nothing but a speck


A speck on your shine

So big, so very bright

Your plump lips hold my heart so delicately

Your hands whisking me through the night


And your touch

Your voice

So sweet, so soft

Coaxing me to sleep like a small boy


And as you eat my flesh

And my bones

I cannot seem to stop my hunger

My body aching, I groan,


“Your eyes,

Your beautiful eyes

So deep, so orange

I need them, they are my prize.”


You smile

Teeth stained with my blood

You grant me a kiss, I shut my eyes in bliss

My body in the mud


“And your body,

My dear,” You whisper,

“So tender, so full

I’ll have you for lunch and dinner.”


Yes!

My body goes limp,

My wounds bleeding like a water fall

“Eat me, eat me whole! I am your imp.”


And then you take me away

To be done with, not ashamed

Ah, the pain you gave me

The pleasure you gave me as you said my name!


Oh, forever

I shall be tainted

My soul wandering

Aching

But your beautiful face

Your body

Your eyes

Was all that it took to sedate me

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