Obsession Confession -
I wear your handwriting
like a chain of snake bites
all around my hot, vulnerable body,
the poison is not wrong,
it is beauty to the bone,
tender on the flesh,
love in bleeding song,
I learned to stop fighting,
in the ecstacy of the smooth writhing,
Your unwavering dialect delved
into the core of me, relentlessly,
you taught me an erotic braile unveiled,
you've been naked in my blood stream
with a whispering scream,
revealing the soul of Poetry,
We have discovered the sweet
torture of destiny,
we feed one another ambrosia
not of mere flesh
but of desire fresh,
a passion born of purgatory hysteria,
I lick your lines
as if they are lifelines
to life with no sins,
you are my sex with no regrets,
you are my Angel through days complex,
Your fangs be flames
that nestle my heart beyond love crimes,
you are my joy,
You are my wicked divine Princess -
J.A.B.
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