Your slender cold hand caresses my neck,
And my world got upended like a little shipwreck,
Your cold red eyes glisten - like rubies,
But I don't trust when you say you "love me truly":
You're too unruly.
Some other girls would want you to bite them,
Yet I'd get in the ring and happily fight them,
Your dark love gives me blisters and bruises,
Yet against the warm daylight your power loses.
The intoxicating rush of a dangerous man,
It physically makes you want to run as fast as you can.
In the storybooks, the fairytale is to blame,
For all the girls who get into kinky games.
They're the same.
If you think about it, supplying your blood,
To a mystical creature, like...bee to a bud,
Would probably make you anaemic and,
In reality, to them, you'd be a cow on demand.
I myself am a victim of the erotic fantasies,
But let us not forget we'd bite our nails anxiously,
In anticipation of the pale skin and dead eyes,
And you'd all be scared,
Scared for your lives.
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Optimistic Pessimism
PoetryA compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") Al...
