The Sin of Bliss

Cherry

By Chelsea.Anne

Sun, 12 May 2013
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Xanthous vipers crumble and
Copulate on pallid bursts
Of violent ash and vapid sand
Drunken blows to swollen bones
Macabre and salty, bitter and grand

While wolven maws abuse brash lips
Gluttonous passion
Simmers on pendulum hips

Thrashing crests of poignant skin
Fevered, gasping, blissful sin

Certificate 18
Poem
Erotica

Comments

Submitted by The Walrus on
Nice one, Chelsea, beautiful use of words and in my opinion very original. I love the word 'macabre', by the way, it's little used nowadays, but a shrivelled old harridan could whisper it and I'd crumble and swoon and turn to jelly. 'Fevered, gasping, blissful sin' - lovely jubbly, as Delboy would say.

Submitted by Chelsea.Anne on
Well tickle me pink. Thank you! I appreciate the feedback and am so glad you enjoyed it.

Submitted by VeraClark on
This is so deep and gritty.Makes me feel like puncturing a bare neck with my incisors.Could drown in the succulent language.