You Are Mine
Metallic is the taste that burns my throat
but your demise is what ruins my soul.
Each of your viscous bleeding tears scar me
like lava, always burning,
the cost of who I am.
Endless time, you continue turning,
I count each beat of my cold dead heart,
the warmth of you, your blood will impart
as your pulsing vein sates my yearning.
Your beautiful throat
smooth and long beneath my lips,
moans of ecstasy
whisper your willing desire.
Now, you are mine ...forever.
09/06/16
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2016
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