Little Death.

Posted by captainlemonberry | Posted in , , | Posted on 9:11 AM

"Bitch!" you growl
As you toss your head back in obstreperous laughter
Sharp canines dig deep into my neck
My blood permeates your mouth
While an alluring smirk drains me of my emptiness

Modicums of your saliva transfer a bit of
Your own distasteful lusting into my flesh,
Into my own body and becomes one with me
Inside, your venomous soul sets my heart ablaze
I bite down on my lip to control
My hunger, want, need, yearning for more
Affliction laced with amiable intentions

Fill myself with you,
Fill this porous body

I keep you around like alcohol on a fresh wound
You clean me inside out and rid me of my
Loneliness, bitterness, spitefulness
But with your cure comes pain;
Loving you has proven me masochistic

However, I've grown to need you
So together,
Hand in hand,
We walk towards the light 
From the open door
As *Little Death beckons us in...
...for our final chapter


*Little Death is a metaphor for orgasm

Comments (1)

Frank Said on April 3, 2010 at 1:36 PM

damn i like this, the part "I keep you around like alcohol on a fresh wound"

I mean i liked it all, but that line came out at me, thanks for sharing your writing,

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