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Our dance

I can feel the scratching of rotten fingers inside the weary of my mind.
They are crooked, dark, evil and even more selfish and unkind.
They tear into the core of me, straight into my tattered broken soul.
I need someone to set me free, I need to try and focus on my perpetual goals.

This void in which I’m tumbling through, expands with every breath.
I pray and yearn for a cold embrace, I feel it near as death.
I am losing myself in me again, the danger vast and mean,
I’m sinking into indifference, to thoughts so wickedly unclean.

The propensity of my impure mind boils in my cracking veins.
Fuelling me to act in accordance and ignore the aching pains.
Revenge is the product of weakness and won’t satisfy my needs.
I prefer to watch the aftermath of self-destruction’s accursed deeds.

Nightmares are dreams that run rampant with my imagination.
Overactive, dark and mischievous… a magnificent causation.
A roaring fire ignited by the darkness that feeds my thought,
seers a path of decadent temptation in lace and velvet caught.

This void that consumes me is all but empty and in despair.
Instead I found myself in this place and found for what I care.
I devour and swallow this shadow, it brings forth a burning light.
It tastes of you and gives the sense of being irrevocably right.

A palate of sinfulness and dirty pleasing acts of skin caressing skin.
The embrace I feel is not cold at all, the contact brings a gleaming sweaty mesh.
In hypnotising, rhythmic motion this dance of passion has begun to twirl.
Fires erupt from two lost beings, they reach and mingle in this smoky curl.

Pyromania twists and dances in the intensity and crush of a firestorm from rock and flames.
This dance we do makes me hot to try and test the boundaries between our connecting lane.
In all this heat fed by passion’s engorging blaze the lines whimper and melt away…
I see no reason why we cannot have each other for fun, pleasure and yes, even pain!

I want so much more to burst forth from this flame filled void we live each day.
We’ve already awoken the energies and the rust in our weary grinding cogs give way,
to a gleaming engine of efficiency, torque and power, an invigorating mass.
This dance we do is hypnotising, so unreally in sync, pure, translucent as glass.

Our rhythm has captured me in rapture and light, filling me with childlike joy.
Your hands steer me expertly, our bodies move as one, all our fears destroyed.
Our passion runs deep in the connected paths between our heart, mind and soul.
The silken strands of a tapestry weaving together to make the once broken, whole.

I no longer feel the scratching of rotten fingers inside the weary of my mind.
Your show me beauty, grace, selflessness and a love that is one of a kind.
Your smile lives inside the core of me, you’ve mended my tattered broken soul.
You are the someone who set me free, and show me how to complete my perpetual goals.
Written by LustyNomad
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