"wepons" poems
Lucious storm , outburst the gut , grinding my peaceful turmoil
Bringer of chaos , unrestrained sensuality you say , heaven's promise you are
Disgusting yet admired , craving like the beast I am , for the fleeting moments you have
Inmeasurable pleasures bought by simple touches , Helene , Narcisse , Venus , witches
Enough and tired did I say , more and more do I beg , bodies mixes skins and blood ...
Spits and fluids bathing the parts of it's wepons , nectar and sweat pouring as vin
Plain ******* , pores ignites the arousing cold , yet taming the hell's fires
******* honey , first sweet you taste, wishing the encore again and again
Waist , slick as milk drowning my desire , tempting snake smithing my burning flame
****** aching , flowing , first sight , mesmerising my hands , commanding this filthy tongue
Glutes , savoring my hips , setting the pace , correcting my core , by it's simple precense
Legs , where I lie , pleading for the feel , for my want , unconceled lust , unavoidable gluttony , just for it ...
Demonne , illusion , godness , so many words for it , none enough to paint it
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
I battled though the darkness
Pushed though the pain.
I caught a glimpse of sunlight
In the eye of the storm.
The waters calmed,
The shadows faded away
I put down my wepons
Destroyed my walls
Only to get thrown back in
Twisted, thrown and torn apart
My sole shattered once again.
Defenseces gone
Wepons left behind
How do you win a war
With nothing but a shell?
Barely surviving just the start
I'm doomed to drown forever more
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC