You want my darkest,
my deepest,
so you say.
You want the shadows?
Taste the blood
dripping,
drenched
down chest of flesh?
Thrown
against the glass
for the world to see,
above their minds,
oblivious;
my dear,
we'll fly this night.
Just wait...
Wild fires rage and dance
across the landscape of skin,
red rivers pounding underneath,
giving to a taste of sin,
thunder against thunder,
your pulse hammering mine,
from flight, the world spins,
this power of truest kind,
Taste it,
my love,
drown as deep as you fit.
Withdraw from our duel,
I beg,
on knees,
broken,
for naught so cruel.
Ready,
once you are,
a demigod,
for my sacrifice to demands,
forbidden.
My Lord,
bless this soul
swathed in black
on porcelain skin,
slit by silver,
dripping crimson,
a quivering offering.
For only you,
I whisper,
I beg,
plead and whimper,
bound to your bed,
under your essence,
in your head.
My darkest,
deepest,
dangerous
desire
is an addiction within
only you,
set afire.
In a list
A contest entry
- Your Darkest... by Zombie Bad Boy.
1300 points, ended July 18, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You epically killed me >with this...
>.>
I have no clue as to what to say...
Cept *unfuck yourself* at this
point is extremely impossible Luv.
Gr!
Amazing!
As always!
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You know, this is very very good, very intense. I read it three times. You have real talent! "thunder against thunder / your pulse hammering mine" now that's a memorable line!
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You .. have done well with this.. and what is felt...can be seen.. all one needs to do.. is look and they know where you belong.. but do you .. yourself see..... ?
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