Poetry
May 31, 2006
Visceral Pirouette + Triste
by AzureSkyy <cruel_reality@hotmail.com>
Visceral Pirouette
By: ~Matt S.~
He'll thank you for every dagger
He'll catch every tear
He'll lick away each drop of blood
Because you used it
to touch him
Because you shed it
with him in your thoughts
Because you wanted him
to bleed
So he'll stay
(open wounds)
At how many angles
Can you insert the blade
into a man's back?
(and still touch his heart?)
(even as he asks for another?)
He embraces that
because it's the only thing
you give him
anymore.
(And he misses you.)
(So dearly.)
Triste
By: ~Matt S.~
a caress
a kiss
a press of lips
drawing a wet line
across your wrist
a flicker -- you
shudder
a breathy, breathless
whisper;
you writhre, at that
promising touch
before your eyes flutter
back
muscled moisture throws
your head back again
and you feel a hot breath
of life wash across your skin
Dark promises lay in your eyes --
You gasp, heavy with passion and lust, contralto voice
Assuring you both that your body's already
Made it's choice.
if wanting this is a sin ...
(i'll never tell.)
let's begin.
Published: June 1, 2006
Editor: stacy
Comments: 6
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