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