We sit in a corner,
drinking black wine.
Draw the knife closer;
tickles down my spine.
Mischievous giggles
burn through our kisses.
Caress the cold steel,
and feel my wet blisses.
A nick on the cheek,
taste my blood in your mouth,
suckle my thrashing tongue;
sweet liquid leaking out.
Cuts on smooth skin,
tastes of sweet blood.
Salty tears of mirth
make a pleasurable flood.
Bite down on my tongue,
drink of blood sweet.
Your poisonous liquid
pouring all over me.
Grip the blade sharply,
press it against my skin;
digging slowly deeper,
this passionate sin.
Pierce me right through,
and my spirit slowly dies:
my last happy memory
your black, bleeding eyes.
A contest entry
- Impress me (Adults ONLY) by thefuzzy1.
566 points, ended November 26, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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WOW! THIS WAS AWESOME!
I loved every moment of it,
kudos, and i wish you all the best
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