There are times When I was lost In the void Barely surviving That one stranger to happiness Looking in from outside Trying to string Contents of my mangled remains Combating the urge To run away And end this life There have been nights I’ve fought with myself And come out alive...
I’m voracious For his passion Seeded in Too deep into me My parched lips ache To surround His growing urgency My gaze glides On peachy contours Of his chiseled body That naked shrine
Thankful for his collar At my collarbone His body My Temple Not my weakness But strength Deriving pleasure When I kneel Before him And I stand At his command
My cravings Drenched Seeking deeper taste Of you Insatiable desire At the centre Of my heart To write poetry On your chiseled body Your moans Send me on frenzied flow Sinfully voracious Visually I feast Your naked hide Every curve of your body Purest form of masterpiece
Summer nights Zephyr on my face Stardust sprinkled Fluorescent illumination In the shadows Mystical aroma Wafting in the air Memories of you My carnival days
Cold walls At my fingertips Down empty halls Voices calling out To quench my cravings Lucifer lurks Behind the dark nun Beckons to me Allures, enthralls me His touch On my skin Of dark embers Hot & red Eager for thrill I trade my soul Desirous of A sinful kiss