Dirty Sheets

She’s gone

But the stench

Remains

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