Anniversary

By Myndstorm

Sat, 31 Jan 2009
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2 comments
 

I close my eyes
And wish you gone
Truth a purgative
To fantasy
Black with lust
And hatred I ache
For freedom from
Your touch but ache
To feel it even more
Your lips disgust
And stoke me into
Frenzied ecstasy
My blood a mix
Of loving, loathing
And lethargy. Fingers
Long to soothe you
Stroke you
Strangle you
Lying with you
Lying to you
Crying as you sleep
Dying as you speak
I want you with me,
In me, away from me
To fuck you and
To fuck you
Violent angry orgiastic
Hateful happiness
From fingertip to follicle
I curse the day we locked
Our eyes but I’m thankful
In a waspish guise.

Certificate PG
Poem
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Comments

Submitted by tamara on
The power of emotions in this piece is incredible and again,I relate so much to this feeling. 'My blood a mix of loving,loathing And lethargy.' Fantastic! 'From fingertip to follicle I curse the day we locked Our eyes but I'm thankful In a wapish guise.' In my eyes this piece is brilliant.

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
This is more than a little special. An excellent piece of near perfection; one to revisit again and again. Congrats. Chris X