We ran in circles,
panting & out of breath,
but never tired,
never giving up.
I try to hunt down
your weakest spot -
an Achilles' heel,
but plumper,
softer...
reserved to be exploited
exclusively by me.
Frantic & slipping
way past the edge of lunacy,
I spear you on repeat.
Plunge on the gore and the mess -
Again.
Again.
Again.
With a borrowed sickle
buried deep somewhere
between you ***** -
we lock horns in agony,
in pleasure & in pain.
But before the fog dissipates,
and the sunlight of reasoning
falls ever so delicately
on our bare backs,
or the tips of our ******* -
I would've devoured you.
Eaten out your heart,
through & through.
Eaten out your parts,
through & through.
Left no stone unturned,
no toe uncurled,
no flesh untouched.
Rising from my slippery temple,
I take time to look at the window crack -
The sunlight is too late,
but why do I care?
Your screams are always on Time.
©hecayte
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
We ran in circles,
panting & out of breath,
but never tired,
never giving up.
I try to hunt down
your weakest spot -
an Achilles' heel,
but plumper,
softer...
reserved to be exploited
exclusively by me.
Frantic & slipping
way past the edge of lunacy,
I spear you on repeat.
Plunge on the gore and the mess -
Again.
Again.
Again.
With a borrowed sickle
buried deep somewhere
between you ***** -
we lock horns in agony,
in pleasure & in pain.
But before the fog dissipates,
and the sunlight of reasoning
falls ever so delicately
on our bare backs,
or the tips of our ******* -
I would've devoured you.
Eaten out your heart,
through & through.
Eaten out your parts,
through & through.
Left no stone unturned,
no toe uncurled,
no flesh untouched.
Rising from my slippery temple,
I take time to look at the window crack -
The sunlight is too late,
but why do I care?
Your screams are always on Time.
©hecayte
