some vulgar language.
dark industrial music inhances the mood.
make me wince
his eyes are like
leeches
tearing into muscle
leaving weak, horrible
flesh.
skin and bones
a fierce scalpel
his fingers
(i want to tear them off
or at least
lessen the sharpness
of a disorienting knife.)
it feels like ice,
shards of glass,
like fragmented sight
when you cut into me.
i have to
anaesthetize
my love for you
completely.
push the boundaries
of my body.
i taste my blood
on your tongue
copper explosions
and
metallic
indulgence.
my lover
is a fucking
liar.
(who i cannot endure
not to let
inside me.)
Poetry by anguisette
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Written on 2006-09-21 at 23:10
Tags Lust Blood Sex
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dark industrial music inhances the mood.
the beautiful disgrace of lust
his lips hurtmake me wince
his eyes are like
leeches
tearing into muscle
leaving weak, horrible
flesh.
skin and bones
a fierce scalpel
his fingers
(i want to tear them off
or at least
lessen the sharpness
of a disorienting knife.)
it feels like ice,
shards of glass,
like fragmented sight
when you cut into me.
i have to
anaesthetize
my love for you
completely.
push the boundaries
of my body.
i taste my blood
on your tongue
copper explosions
and
metallic
indulgence.
my lover
is a fucking
liar.
(who i cannot endure
not to let
inside me.)
Poetry by anguisette
Read 1338 times
Written on 2006-09-21 at 23:10
Tags Lust Blood Sex
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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