The kisses of steel cannot compare to the kisses of my lips, they both dance on your bodies curves and dips. The crimson passion that falls sublime, all across the polished pine, whispers to me from across the void. Bathing in your agony as my blade kissed deeper and deeper, I wonder at your hearts last flitter, would it beat quicker if he was with my sister? But such thought are late and drive me straight towards my hate.
Next the ***** that stole my love, my fathers sweet white pretty Dove. Alison of the bright blonde hair, left blood trailing up the maple stairs. Come here my sister who is so sweet, who is fleeing now without her feet. Die in your lovers sheets that form in mangled disgusting heaps! Slash and cut, scream and sheen as blood flies slowly as if from dreams.
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 6:47 PM UTC
The kisses of steel cannot compare to the kisses of my lips, they both dance on your bodies curves and dips. The crimson passion that falls sublime, all across the polished pine, whispers to me from across the void. Bathing in your agony as my blade kissed deeper and deeper, I wonder at your hearts last flitter, would it beat quicker if he was with my sister? But such thought are late and drive me straight towards my hate.
Next the ***** that stole my love, my fathers sweet white pretty Dove. Alison of the bright blonde hair, left blood trailing up the maple stairs. Come here my sister who is so sweet, who is fleeing now without her feet. Die in your lovers sheets that form in mangled disgusting heaps! Slash and cut, scream and sheen as blood flies slowly as if from dreams.
this is part of a competition me and my friend kay had, to see who could write the best ****** poem, i do not have a sister called alison!
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