fuck shit fuck fuck fuck shit
A crooked grin on bloodred lips to match his bloodred nails, knuckles, palms. A coil chain of rusting silver bolted around his neck, his wrists, arms, chest, the sweat soaking the lock gleaming in the sunlight. His beautiful merciless hands wrapped around your neck, tracing your skin with slender fingers. His impossibly beautiful face, an oeuvre of the gods themselves.
holy shit fuck please please please
Tie me up with your locks and chains, take me on the desk, lick away my tears my blood my pain. Bite me then kiss me, whisper sweet nothings into my ear. Make me scream, make me beg, make me cry, make me break, then take these shattered scraps and piece them back together. And repeat.
need not want need not want gods above need not want need not want
Say you're sorry. For letting me want you. For letting me need you. For letting me love you. For this insatiable desire. For this prayer.
you're the only god i've ever known
the only faith i've ever had
hear me, my lord
hear me
YOU ARE READING
Ink I Bleed
PoetryA collection of poems sculpted to create short stories that I have carved out of my flesh and soul to paint and bleed onto these pages for you.
