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