Alabaster Skin

Fragile as alabaster white dry as your sin so sweet I want to caress to cradle and suffocate. I feel that dry course texture of alabaster and sin, the skin you are in, I feel the sand in my teeth… The tang of its bitter taste the smell of parchment dry as desolations rage, I recoil at the touch of your alabaster skin. I feel the bones without and within brittle as suicide of time you sit with that sinister grin n that hellacious light in you inner eyes, spin! I figure you are the one to be waiting before the son with the blade as sharp and keen slicing your alabester skin. Slicing away your dry fragments of sin I keep it all in the dry rot of my mind the turn of my stomach I want to cress and suffocate… Your candlelight… The lies that the eyes tell, that watch me caressing your delicate skin all alabaster and white dry as stone and l... Fragile as alabaster white dry as your skin so sweet I want to suffocate all, within! as fragments of you drift over and around like the sand thought the hourglass… Alabaster Skin