she viewed the sword blade
coming out of the floor
i need this
pulling her panties down
watch me drill my self to death
for you my beloved
her vulva swollen
nipples and eyes radiant
as she sauntered to the upright blade
carefully placing her anus over it
looking at me sweetly
i should do my ass
don't you think
yes please do it slow my love
i want to savor you my darling
at first she stood over it
on flexed tippy toes
careful to position herself just so
running her soft fingers over the blade
willfully cutting them
and slowly bringing her slender slit hand
to her lips
with pink tongue licks
like blood diamonds
in cherry red saliva
and then smiling
standing over the tip of the blade
holding my self up is such a bother
im sure if i let go
gravity will help
slide right through
tender little me
do you want drugs for pain
no she protested
i need to feel
every tearing inch
she lifted her arms
like a ballerina
forming a rainbow arch
looked straight ahead
and descended slowly upon the blade
our eyes transfixed upon each other
her face resolute
giving way to a hideous twist
she a contorted kabuki
a raging storm
in hooked embrace
of eros and thantos
a charmed grotesque
trussed in a gauze wrap
kill the little bitch
she called to hell
blood and a little excrement
slid down her milky thighs
a helpless resignation
am i pretty yet
as she released her stance
and let gravity
do its ghastly work
shall i finish this she asked
for dark thrills embrace
yes do it i called out
tears falling like sapphire mist
undo yourself with grace
she extended her arm towards me
with her sweet blood drenched hands
and then in slow motion
she fell through the blade
up her center
like she was
face ivory white
the floor washed
in pomegranate and rust
puddling at her feet
im dead soon
let me have
i slipped in her mouth
she looked up tenderly
midnight on fire
i grabbed her drooping head,
forcing her downwards
impaling tremulous mouth and throat
her eyes fluttered
as she drank me
and then a long stare
a grateful gaping horror
before leaning into the blood stained floor
a slumping spire
thumping like an echo
as she looks on blink-less
a mesmerizing shell
as if to say
ohhh my darling
am i not your sweet clamoring
whore of death
still loving you
in my reckless way
use me my love
like white sugar
in the heat of summer balm
her last words
as if pure spirit
there are those who dare
to give themselves permission
desire and death
an eroticism rooted
in the irreducible discontinuity of life..
i consumed her entrails
i licked the blood and excrement from her tender feet
i ate her tongue and eyes
i pulled her off the sword
dragged her leaking corpse
over my naked body
like a blanket
to drown my self
in her death
caressing her till darkness came over me
let them find us i whispered
in her sloping
our bodies fused in each others
her corpse melted over mine
like blood butter
dread on dread
o so dead
princess perfect and i in bed
If i where a film maker or a novelist you would see me telling a story, not judge me, although i admit to my paraphilias
These poems are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of transgressive impulses we all share
Read them if you dare...You might find that part of yourself that you don't want you to know about and then again you may feel more complete some how if you do....I always loved that dark thing that sleeps with in me
#death #sex #adult #explicit © zebra love poems • death poems • sadomasochism poems • sexual poems • explicit poems
if every year of my life
were a chapter
and I could only remove one
from my story:
I would tear out chapter 14.
I would rip all the pages,
mutilate beyond repair,
shred. Shred shred shred
burn burn burn until
nothing was left but ashes.
14, when I was naive.
14, when I thought kissing a boy
would make even me think that I
was straight, 14
when a hot summer event suddenly
burned me hotter than the sun
ever could, because
at 14, a boy I called friend
14, he’s in my house,
14, he’s in my room,
14, he’s on top of me,
14, he’s forcing his way in me and I…
I am telling him to stop.
14, my cries go ignored,
14, he’s stronger than me,
14, my parents aren’t home,
14, I didn’t tell anyone he was coming,
14, he could hurt me if I run,
14…where would I even run to?
Shame; Shame because 14
is the story of when I said stop…
and then stopped trying to stop
what I wanted to stop and had asked
for to stop in the first place but
he did not listen to the word
14, when fear paralyzed me.
14, when what was less than an hour
felt like a lifetime. 14
was crying when he finally left,
14 was seeing blood and knowing
it wasn’t my menstrual cycle.
14 was when my whole life
In chapter 14 I had innocence
stolen. In 14 I started high school;
where I had two classes with him
14 was acting like it was fine,
I was fine, it was all fine,
until it wasn’t, and
14 was police reports and questions
and being accused of lying,
14 was “He’ll get what’s coming to him.”
But we are chapters away from that now and
justice has never once been applied, and
he roams free and
I still feel trapped under his body.
Chapter 14 would be entitled
and I would erase it from my story
if only such an action
Sludge and blood. The smell of deep red iron
filtering through the rocks and bodies bruised to the touch.
Grotesque collections of pills and broken skin;
infections and secretions and violent affections -
Spit stained fingers and dilated pupils at thoughts thick with resin.
Waking up with sickness in your stomach and bite marks on your neck
The pull of clutching hands at strands of hair and bitten lips and sweat
Pulling deeper, sharp inhale of self-done stitches
Ripped open insides and the moment his breath hitches -
aches forever. Pulsing, swollen, bleeding on the brain
Sweet and sickly, gorgeous and gorged veins
Momentary singularity in pain.
Erotic Escapades & Moonlight Serenades,
The Crystal Apparitions In Her Sanctified Masquerade,
Paper Trails Breathing Under Water,
Out From The Ember, Her Seductions Conquer,
Silhouettes Of Her Castle Clouds,
Injecting Primal Instincts Out Loud,
Eleven Summers In Her Pseudo Emotive Desires,
Holographic Afterlights & Freezing Fires.
Twilight Light Bulbs Under The Liquid Nights,
Sexual Openings Of Her Sensory Delights,
Unfettered Mythomania & Kaleidoscopic Highs.
Opiate Verses Scattering Light.
Divine Impulses & Rainbow Divinity,
Spellbound Chaos In Her Dilated Virginity,
Intimate Enigmas Veiled In Shades Of Insanity,
Makeshift Empathy Resonating Sympathy,
Animated Specters Reflecting Crimson Streams,
Oceans Tides Pulsating In Her Silent Screams,
Static Reveries Of Her Cryptic Demise,
Textured Amplifications Emanating Chronic Lies.
- 03:04AM -
Think of nothing but this night.
The blooded stars, blue leaves and red trees...
Think of nothing...
Nothing but tonightt.
Close your eyes,
Relax your mind...
Unfold my lies
And everything'll be fine
My dick begins to rise
As my moist lips drag along your neck
My hand slides up your sides...
Contemplating left, right or back down to your thighs
Force on the aggression
Fuck, just simple persuasion.
The night just confides
As I pull your legs apart.
Squeezing your sides
Lifting you up on my hard dick
Biting your neck
As you moan aloud
Squeezing your breasts
As you gasp, with each insertion
Aggression but pure passion,
I throw you down.
And force my dick in your tight, warm pussy
Hearing you scream aloud, I fuck you deeply.
Open your grey eyes...
Realize it's just a poem.
Unfold my demise
And know this night will come.
Serenity Echoing In Reverse,
Stagnant Resolutions Choking Her Universe,
Submerging Her Dreams Into A Sterilized Verse.
Sedated In Perpetual Twilights,
Mechanical Love & Sexual Satellites,
She Whispers Essences Of Kryptonite.
Victim To A Perpetual Reaction,
She Transforms Into A Violet Abstraction,
Echoing Prismatic Deflections.
Technician To Her Own Serenades,
She Embraces Her Heartache Blockades,
Overdosing On Intoxicating Escapades.
Evoking Constellations Of His Ionized Memories,
She Overdoses On Comatose Reveries,
And Spectral Illusions Of Synthetic Stories.
Amplifications So Sacred & Profane,
Simulations Raving Into Codependent Stains,
Fragmentations Entranced In Her Bulletproof Frames.
Cherub Starlight & Everlasting Gaze,
Transitions Fusing Into Astral Maze,
The Essence Of Ecstasy Of His Sentiments Sways.
in my dreams she was smiling,
a smell of her breath hits my skin,
and a touch of her hands began to slowly moved,
i began to see her glimpse of smile,
as she sway her hair in the air,
she grabbed my hands and kiss me slowly,
i embraced of not knowing a dream or fantasy,
i pressed my body against her body to the wall,
and slowly biting her lips and touch her tongue,
she moans slowly and after all its just another man's fantasy,
she says " Why do you stop suddenly",
then i replied " you were to beautiful to break",
she hanged her hair against my neck,
demanded attention of a uncanny love,
pleaded the pleasure against my crotch,
i tasted her sweat from her skin,
slowly embraced her breasts,
feeling shallow and emptiness in my mind,
i drained all myself to her.
being a feminist
i have forsaken the temples of normalcy
for dark gratifications and base seduction
and discovered that those who know the pleasures
and frenzied erotic lucidity with strangers
are wiser then the children of sweetness and light
as marriage betrays the need to satisfy
secret dark labyrinths desire
and in its place
repeats ad nauseum
in dim sunless rooms
for fear of the transgressive
satans sex nail
is conventions essential creed
exhaustions hand maid
bereft of the new
until a mere stand in
for true desire is left
like a starved ghost
on a dead moon
a desiccated morsel
left for a hungry mouse
is romantic marriage a poetic conception
by love starved victorian imbeciles
vanquished in increments
by petty spats of blood and thunder
who know not the joys of the whips blood toothed kisses
purgation's brutal sensuality
and a creel
of ramming butter cock gang bangs
in secret fetish gardens
of cries and coos
that leave the ass wilted
and the soul lite
like a butterfly in heaven
slave girl asks
as hips sway
to sacred dionysian storms
in the smoldering pangs
of the heart
as backs writhe and arch
flex and sweat rhapsodic
and viscera panic with desire
are not such delicious degradations
pleasures ravage despicable
cause for an ecstatic celebration
fiery vapors incense
en-flamed dragons blood
for drooling kisses
that talk in tongues
in a language that everyone understands
over the rolling eyes of disapproval
in the tepid marriage bed
You can see it all from my window;
open wide, no blinds,
all at my window.
The show has begun.
Every night I headline,
dress then rewind; so fine.
Moonlight on skin;
sin invites our minds.
You strive to remain in hide,
outside my window.
Lust drives me and you.
Slow, ribbons flow down to my shoes;
heels, a seductive red.
On my bed, I relax.
Be my witness to climax,
from outside my window.
Leopard heels tap on the floor board.
Black lace stockings designed to thrill.
Those thighs send chills up mine,
Divine is her dress;
short to impress.
It flows up with each stride.
My eyes deny what is underneath;
moving past her hips, up to cleavage-
Two full cups of sugar I want to borrow.
Delightful is her bra;
a matching black peeks through red.
She looks so warm;
Lip gloss worn, gleaming in the light.
Quite luscious on her lips-
Her fingertips caress them,
feeling for a tongue.
Her eyes, an invitation for fun.
Caramel pupils dare me,
I am ready.