Your touch
The electrifying sensation
Your lips
The satin finish
Wrapped in complete ecstasy
in the midst of their decay
Our dream becomes their
nightmare, even in the light
of day
Your finger on the trigger
The thrill of it all
My aim of the gun
I Pull, they fall
In a society where it is forbidden
We can't help but free our
animalistic urges
The spill of blood being our
fall, flowing as it surges
Innate to us like a pleasant game
We never seize to grow tired
It's just a matter of time before we take the world as we had desired
Shot guns ready
Hearts racing
Steady fingers
Innocent people
Our infatuation
Boom..
"I love you baby."
"I love you more."
We are on the run
YOU ARE READING
Touch me
PoetryBeauty is everywhere. But you must learn to see it. A collection of fictional poems. **All poems are written by me so please do not steal or take credit for them
