Tear my skin apart
Let me feel your desire
Open wounds of passion
Set my soul on fire
Passionate licks
trail down my neck
Kissing so hard
I'm under attack.
Don't hold back
I'm not finished with you yet.
Rip off my clothes,
Make me later regret.
Touch me possessively
Seduce my skin
Let me be yours
Just let me in.
Hold my wrists to the bed
Make me anticipate
A battle has begun
Destruction: Let's create
Manipulate my body
Grind in generous submission
Control my desire
Send me back to remission.
Skin begging to be caressed
You make me beg for release
Whispering in my ear
Oh, please. Please. Please.
Moving across the bed
Seductive bodies dancing
A rhythm so sly and evil
It's nearly romancing.
Finish the job, dear.
My skin only craves you
Let me know you want me
Please, baby, say you do.
Crescendo then silence
Anticipation for the night
Will this be the last time
Or will we be alright?
What can you call this
Something so pure but taint
So thick with obscurity
Muddled down with old paint.
Hiding the flaws in the walls
Sex cannot fix our quandary
So shall we try again?
Wash away the inquiry.
We have nothing left
Love replaced by lust
Our love has failed us
Dead to become dust.
YOU ARE READING
The Black Kettle
PoesiaA book of poetry that I was going to publish but decided to use for online formatting and constructive criticism so I can create a book of poetry that I can debut.
