Lord,
I cannot fathom myself.
I cannot contain myself,
I cannot behave myself.
Your breath,
Hot and sizzling,
Burning my skin.
Your Pain,
Rich and thrilling,
I am your sin.
Lord,
I am blushed and bruised,
Ashamed and used,
Contained and confused.
Bound and held,
You whisper quiet words
Into my ear.
A melody so deafening
I forget to care.
Lord,
I feel ravenous.
My burning hunger
so pitiful,
So scandalous.
Your soft kiss,
Turns lush pink
Into lustful red,
Blood pours down my chin
Onto our bed.
Your eyes meeting mine,
Direct and aligned.
Thoughts colder than frost
My heart begins beating,
Limbs are weakening,
Feelings are deepening.
My mind is now yours.
Dear Lord,
Now I see
A point of no return.
I seethe,
and writhe,
As our souls bind and burn.
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Collections of a Thought-Volume 1
PoesíaThis volume of poetry contains the topics of love , obsession , loss and healing. It touches on subject matters that may be overlooked and shadowed. It is expressed in deep thoughtful words. Some of the poetry in this volume contains personal exper...
