A Stain On the Sheets
trees whisper your name in the wind
shadows form your figure in the night dancing sublime
no matter where I turn it’s to you
tempting me with consuming lies
promising a feast of heartbreak
I cannot look away
my will grows wane
your charms a poisonous dish I ravish
touching me with fingers of bloodied silk
leading me down a glistening path
to my doom between your legs
killing me with each thrust
I hear a howl in the distance
and realize it’s my own
ignoring it I push harder
your creamy explosion triggers my own
destroying me till there’s nothing left but you
a stain on the sheets
Copyright © Eelun Phetmoore | Year Posted 2015
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