Madness
(She said).
It must be a deep form of madness.
To delicious to taste
To exhausting to resist
To chaotic to control.
The yearning
And fire
Deep
Down
Within me
(She said)
Grows and burns
Ignites and tortures me.
The thought of you
Our foreheads firmly planted to one another
Head to head and toe to toe
With that gaze
That animal look
You give
As if hunting me
As if you are ready to trap me
Tie me up
And leave me for dead.
Your eyes
(She said)
Too dark
Too terrifying
To see
And yet
They are all I imagine when I close mine.
I can feel your skin on my finger tips
I can taste your breath on my rosy lips
I can feel the size of you between my legs
All I have
Is this madness.
It is too much.
A longing
Too long to bear.
My back bends
My toes curl
My breasts ache
My stomach turns
At the very thought of you.
It must be this madness
(She said)
Like a ghost you haunt me
Like a demon you posses me
Like a creature of the night
You gloom behind alley ways and staircases
Waiting to press my skin
Firmly
Tightly
And yet
With the ease and care.
I can hear my heart
Pounding in my chest
This burst
Flutter
And fleeing of my heart
A strange
And unusual reaction
The chemicals
In my body
In my veins
Runs and prance
Within the heated shell that makes up my naked frame.
I have no devices left to resist you
(She said)
I have no means to calm my breath
No means to ease the tale.
The desire
This unquenchable thirst
Drives me to a point of no return.
And...
All I see is you.
Your tall shadow in the distance
All I hear is the boom and echo of your voice
Whispering my name as you stand behind me.
Even in my restless sleep
You are nothing more than a dream
A dark, delicious dream that you...
I stop.
(She said)
To contain myself
To fold my rapture up neatly
Tidily
Into a small little package
And tuck it underneath my bed.
It is too much.
This madness
That posses me
That holds me tightly
Never letting go
It is you
And only you.
An unwavering lust
I simply cannot control.
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