Slow tunes playing somewhere in the background,
never emptying glasses of wine
talk flowing,
mood feels right tonight
beautiful by my side.

You pull me close... 
so hard…  
I feel the wings of butterflies.

Fingers lace through my hair,
whispers spoken,
“all mine.”

Lips brush against mine
a glint full lust in dark eyes

Smothered in kisses you catch me by surprise, fill me with your size.

Out of breath laid out on a tangled mess,
layers torn,
exposing my breast.

Then the devil did he take over clouding your mind,
You bite!

Blood curdling cries,
entirely at your mercy,
you brand me in so many places.

You take me from behind,
hard and fast you ******,
enjoying what you took.

We both know this is my end,
i beg for it,
need of it,
I feel the cold steel as you slice

Throat slit claret spills,
I fall to the pool on my side.

The last thing I see as my life fades
 is a linger of
lust,
raw,
behind,
dark eyes,
as you watch me die....

My body in all its glory,
abandoned,
soulless,
slowing decomposing,
ravaged by creatures under moon light.

     "people aren't always what they seem....."
                         !WARNING!

(SW)

I tied my tongue
and the knot salivated with anticipation
My lips twitched
as I fell mute and desperate for expression
An ache grew with every passing thought of you
Wanting to reach so badly forced to cut off my arms
I couldn't trust my needy hands
Though I try I can not silence my mind nor stop it from
entertaining words and plays in which you star
If only I hadn't learned your name

We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
How does it feel to be dead? I say.
You touch my knees with your blue fingers.
And when you open your mouth,
a ball of yellow light falls to the floor
and burns a hole through it.
Don't tell me, I say. I don't want to hear.
Did you ever, you start,
wear a certain kind of dress
and just by accident,
so inconsequential you barely notice it,
your fingers graze that dress
and you hear the sound of a knife cutting paper,
you see it too
and you realize how that image
is simply the extension of another image,
that your own life
is a chain of words
that one day will snap.
Words, you say, young girls in a circle, holding hands,
and beginning to rise heavenward
in their confirmation dresses,
like white helium balloons,
the wreathes of flowers on their heads spinning,
and above all that,
that's where I'm floating,
and that's what it's like
only ten times clearer,
ten times more horrible.
Could anyone alive survive it?

The curve of the horizon gently pulled eyes along it,
the dim sunlight and shadows changed slowly each minute,
the flock of many black birds twisted and turned, mute,
in the distance.

Trees and shrubs waved and the wind whipped up
the excitement at the instant that the clouds stepped
aside, the light blue sky with golden streams, wept,
you were home.

Vast blue ripples dot
Cruising from exotic lands
Romanticized dreams