Knife delves swiftly to the bone,
moonlight shines upon the glistening red sheen,
beautifully dripping downward,
warmth of the heated blood bewteen by breasts,
arousing pain brings moistness between my thighs.
my demons smell the darkness that exudes from me,
delightful invitations,
my tortured soul beckon them to me.
The attacks begin.
My body aches in anticipation.
Torn flesh,
vicious bites,
erotic excitement,
depths of pleasurable pain.
Both creatures thrust inside me,
consumed by both.
Claws rip me apart,
as my black heart is torn out.
My evil lovers ravish me,
screaming in pleasure,
this trio of blood lust from the abyss,
we have become one.
Pleasurable pain to cleanse a tortured soul,
my demonic lovers finish their intense attack.
I follow my blood thirsty entities into the abyss,
as this is my home.
A contest entry
- Blacker then the blackest black... by Miss Macabre.
700 points, ended June 16, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Your perception of sex,pain and love is well led by the pessimistic but delightful voice that was used in this piece. The composition itself is simple and allows for a great read. I really liked this piece, excellent write it was dark but showed spurts of light you have an amazing talent
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Good and dark...but invisible! Please change the background!
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