Sensory Appeal 9-13-06
I want to see you bleed.
Licking it up,
I take my treat,
From your backfired trick.
I want to hear you scream.
Your orgasm splits the night,
As long as I have you in my sight,
I know who cause it,
My throat hoarse, as well.
I want to taste your blood.
Sinking my teeth into your flesh,
It will only hurt for a sec,
I promise, my dear,
We are not sick,
You and I,
We are queer,
We are quaint,
We are different,
In the strangest sense
I should say.
For us it’s sensual,
And even more sexual.
I want to smell your scent,
Like a beast,
I’ll breathe in your musk,
While you lose yourself in must.
We’ll stay like that for a while.
A leopard or wolf,
Could not smell sweet enough.
To sniff you,
Then lick you,
And mark you as mine alone.
I want to feel your skin against mine,
Above and below,
Around for all time,
The need of your flesh drives me almost to insanity,
‘touch me,’ plead I,
insanely weeping
upon point to thee
‘Am I too plain for thine eyes!?’ cry I.
so cold a figure, as you,
to turn form I
nothing spake you.
I want to sense your aura near mine,
For as I cry,
In the dead of night,
Wishing to die,
A shadow glides by,
In the dark cavern I wait,
My thoat to be slit,
Yet I’m not afraid,
I can just barely sense thee,
As you wrap your arms around me,
Between silken sheets we lay,
‘no’ whisper I,
‘what no?’ whisper thee,
‘no clothes. ‘Tis your flesh I much desire,’
for moment I feel nothing
and with a whisp you tell me something
‘A cloak ‘Tis just cloth.
In any one moment,
It can be taken off.’
‘no’ sigh I
‘what no?’ sigh thy,
‘Am I not?’ sob I
‘what are you not?’ soothe thee,
‘too plain for thine eyes, said I’
not a word say you,
‘you are an a**,
a b*****d,
and a thorn in my side!
Silent, be your,
Forever and all time?’
A mumbling hear I,
‘what say you?
Am I too plain for thine eyes?’
A gentle kiss to my face
And you say
‘Not even when you die.’
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