One kiss could send me straight to ruin
One sinful touch my soul to hell
But just to have you for a night
My soul would cry out "It is well"
To taste the sweetness of your lips
To have my flesh be a feast for you to dine
I'd gladly face those burning embers
Just to say you once were mine
Let marks on my skin tell the story
Of a night of savagery and bliss
Yes I would give up crown and glory
Just to have one taste of you like this

He came to me dressed in my most secret desires. His face unmasked the figure in all of my clandestine fantasies, his voice the delightfully sinful whisper of temptation that excites my soul, his body the only banquet that could ever truly satisfy my hunger; his entire person has become the bittersweet reason for my absolute yearning. Mind, body, soul - I want all of him, from the very first taste I have been addicted and all at once he has become essential to my survival. I crave him with such a potent need that it is unbearably all-consuming; the slightest thought of him puts my whole body on edge with an exquisitely delicious ache. And though the urges his very existence arouse in me are as wild and insatiable as he is, I have truly never been more satisfied.

Lying in his arms, her head resting on his chest, she listens to the lullaby of his steady heartbeat and the rhythm of his breathing. She tries to anchor herself to the moment, to the solidarity of him and the promise of his presence, to the love and passion that burns so brilliantly between them, but tonight, and many other nights, she does not feel the warmth or joy or even thankful contentment she searches for. She feels instead the all too familiar emptiness burning it's hole through her, a painful all-consuming nothingness that devours her soul and threatens her very existence. She tastes the tears as they start leaking haphazardly down her face. "Save me," she whispers into his skin, latching herself onto him even more tightly than before. "Save me, because I don't think I can save myself." His only reply is a soft snore, his peaceful slumber uninterrupted by the girl crumbling away to nothing in his arms.

A bouquet of flowers, how symbolic
of a love that wilts away.
Petals turning brittle,
I watch it's slow decay.
A head that starts to droop,
a hunger and thirst that can't be quenched;
what once was lovely and fragrant
produces such a rotten stench.
Tossed out with the garbage,
a new bouquet fills its place.
The cycle then continues;
such symbolism in a vase.

"The shattered depths of her tortured soul were beyond the reach of a gentle love. She needed the passion that burned with a fire so fierce and complete in his eyes that there were no places left for the shadows of her past to hide. She needed to be kissed with such savage hunger that her breath escaped her and her lungs burned from the lack of air; her mind becoming incapable of coherent thought from the dizziness and excitement of it all. As she whispered his name with pleading repetition all others who had come before him faded entirely from her existence but for the reminders to be eternally displayed on her skin. These parts of her he loved even more intensely; the feel of his hands and lips as they brushed across the memories on her skin cleansed her defeated soul and brought it roaring back to life. She needed to be loved like this; so thoroughly and intimately and profoundly that every fracture of her soul was filled to the brink and all of the broken pieces of herself were forgotten in an instance. She knew nothing in that moment beyond their love and wanting for one another. She knew then that she had been saved."

{This is a work in progress, still needs some retouching}

She was a lonely child, forgotten by time,
who grew into a woman plagued with a broken mind.
She carries the burdens of another one's crime;
keeping their secrets at the expense of her soul
while wanting for the day that she will be whole.
Her lips still tingle from the taste of their sin,
though faded are the scars that once littered her skin.
But then what were they compared to the ones burning within?
For her wounds are eternal and they still bleed inside
keeping her running through darkness with nowhere to hide
And fighting battles each day no one else can see
For her enemies are the shadows of each memory.
Her mind is a battleground born from years of abuse
from a love that was hateful with ugly words so profuse
that they cut deeper with their edges than any blade could
and hurt for much longer than any wound should.
There were no bandages for the anguish, nothing to heal
the depth of her pain from the cold, verbal steel
and the hollowness she carried from the innocence lost
was the price to be paid; yes her soul was the cost
With their vile words and their cold touch a constant stain she kept seeing
it became too exhausting to pretend her well-being
was anything other than a perpetual fall;
her existence the proof that time doesn't heal all.

Your words of wisdom are just the ramblings of a fool,
stop trying to play the victim using me as your tool
then switching up the story now that you've been caught;
we're both living with the consequences your actions have bought.
For so long I let you drag me down just to make yourself feel higher
while you acted like I was beneath you, unworthy of desire.
Oh how you tell me that you love me then spit lies in my face,
this love I held so sacred turned into such an ugly disgrace!
Need I remind you of all your secret shame?
No? Then stop acting like this is somehow just a game!
You want to weigh the pros and cons? Well here are just a few:
years of my life crying over the pain you put me through!
Years of your lying and sneaking and acting like a boy,
all of these years of you treating me like I am just another toy!
For too long I have handed myself over to your neglect,
for too long I suffered from all your disrespect.
You want to say that this separation has changed you for the better?
But you're still the same person right down to the letter!
It doesn't even matter now, does it? It's not worth the fight,
so go on and tell your stories; whatever helps you sleep at night.