Comments Inbox
| |
The Waiting
Standing still
Waiting in the twilight
Hunger-driven
Need-enveloped
Primal aggression empowering me
Keep the scent fresh
within my being
The masculine
Testosterone-drugged
and weak
I see all
Waiting
Crouched and
Stalking game
living in the coiled energy
of my quivering muscles
Embedded in the shadows
Waiting
I watch transfixed
by the tantric apparition of ur lips
Moving in disarming temptation
Mouthing defiance
and coarse with the echo
of your sweet thick breath
heavy
male
Waiting
For unlawful carnal knowledge
Conjured within my hands and heart
and heat
I am stalking u
Carefully positioned to attack
The shadows surround my form
& dance at my back
Waiting
Deep in the dark
My muscles coiled
waiting
To spring
To rip and claw and bite
To taste bitterness
To end this
Waiting
I'm not me before the piece
I'm not me before I feed
On u, on the world at my feet
Waiting
Watching in subservient language
I
Eat
This
Heart
I
Eat
This
Part
Waiting for the kill
is sweet
sexual anticipation
Of which
I
Am addicted
|
|
|