Poetry, prose, observations and interesting things from a Hampshire based lady. Humorous, serious, frivolous, frighting and thought provoking words. All comers welcome!
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
Desire in blood
She smiled at me
Through the candyfloss flavoured air,
And shaped a word
I could not understand.
I backed away,
Melting under her gaze,
Afraid to look away,
Afraid she might touch me,
Afraid of myself.
But
Quaking in my skin,
My own flesh betrayed me
Singing out a siren song
Of scent and heat.
Her nostils flared.
She knew it.
My weakness, my wanting.
That was then.
Shards of my sanity still remain,
Stabbing between her teeth and my skin.
My blood,
Such a small thing to give.
I drift, eyes closed.
Her hands on my skin,
All I can feel,
All I can feel,
All I can feel,
All I can.....
Feel.
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