She’s gone
But the stench
Remains
Tag: Lust
Angelic Voices
Way out here
Nothing comes through but the sound
Stuck in bars of red hot hate
Every time I try and leave
I get burnt
The flesh sizzles and I scream
All I can hear is her voices
Angels
So many angels out there
Waiting to have their wings plucked off
Losing It All
Oh baby
The leather tightens
Drives me mad
Cooking you up inside
All nice and soft
You’re mine
The relationship status says so
I won’t hear no different
You make me so tired
Yet so awake
It makes sense
To lose all of five of them
Desirable
Scrambling fingers
Searching for holds in my flesh
With the thoughts of lust in mind
Tearing, tossing, molesting
Holding, inserting
Until no patch of skin
I “ruled” was free from sin
Sure as the Moon
A gripping lust takes hold of me
At work, consuming my thoughts
Turning old ladies into young beauties
Turning old men into billionaire bachelors
I feel a fire feeding from below
One which I must touch
Releasing the ceaseless sea
A tide that needs to come
Sure as the moon
In the night sky
