Dark Poet
Hm...
Tender lips so soft and pure,
how much of me can you endure?
I graze my teeth upon your neck,
I pass my hand above your chest.
Your eyes scream fear, but your heartbeat betrays you.
Exciting is in it, that both sides are playful.
These ropes are loose, but their thread is harsh,
if you move too much you'll cut your arms.
Don't you enjoy it?
The taste of unknown?
Answer my question, while your blood drips on my form.
Harsh, and unsettled, I take up things that should not be meddled.
I question the thoughts that run through your mind.
Here, there won't be intervention, there is no touch divine.
Help you ask?
There's no one here...O wait, I lied!
I like to tease, there's two men here I like to please.
The butcher and the arsonist, will both enjoy their time.
One will find his instruments and slice you thin and fine.
You did say you wanted to loose weight, how very health conscious.
The other likes the burning feeling that is left from a flame,
he's just blazing to turn you on...if you get what I mean.
And as for me, I'll get my hands dirty, but I mostly like to watch.
Quite erotically stimulating, especially if I rub some certain spots.
But I notice that you see, that it's just you and me here.
Once again your perception fools you,
you're by yourself my dear.
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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