i am a coward for conveying words
not meant to be conveyed.
and within this guilt
i admit my darkest desire
to have you captured,
handcuffed to my pristine white wall
as you look like a haunting beauty
such of an archangel
who had committed the greatest sins.
the sound of pain,
sweet melodic moan of pain,
eliciting from your rosy lips
would be soothing music to my bleeding ears
as i draw those lines i dreamt
of carving on your arms
like tattoos that adorn one's skin in beauty.
the heavenly smell of your blood,
more stronger than the perfumes of arabia,
making me close my eyes
while my head spins in bliss
as i take a whiff of that heavenly drug .
the sharp intake of breath of yours,
stolen from my own breath,
as i nick the corner of your enticing neck
with sharp teeth of mine such of a feline
while watching the veins
pulsate with deep blood in them.
one hand laced
with strands of your dark unruly hair,
tilting your head up
the sharp jaw jutting out,
making those beautiful vulnerable dark eyes
meet my lust hazed ones.
what about the other hand?
of course,
tightly wrapped around your throat
like those lace choker stupid girls wear
instead of indulging in the pleasure
of choking one to near death.
oh it's such a joy for my devoid heart
as it drowns itself in the love of pain
and the cries of love's such cruel torture
glistening on you like moonlight washed over.
-pleasure of pain
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After 2AM
PoetryMusings that of a mind filled with too much emotions and feelings which ended up spilling and cascading down into a void to be filled after the otherworldly charms of after 2am. Copyright @2020 lunahmed ✨2nd PLACE IN RANDOM: The Ace Awards 2020
