Submissions by fianaturie8 (Fia Naturie)

I picked my poison.
I was lost in the amber liquid of your eyes.
Housed in a tempting presentation.
Topped with sultry words.
Two contradictory reactions occurred.
Simultaneously.
Lips above became dry.
Lips below became wet.
Yet nothing was done to appease.
The closer the temptation approached.
The desire illicit a want
To take you whole
Should I choose my end?
Or wait and pick another poison.

I never claimed to be a poet.

The words come to me,

In twisted mysteries.

I do enjoy it.

All the leeps and bound,

And tumbling sounds.

Breathing deep.

Until I feel the  ground,

Swallow me whole.

My eternal soul,

I never claimed who I am.

This person.

These hands.

These thoughts.

Unchangeable demands.

Passion creeps in.

Every crevice.

Every word.

Every syllable.

Yet unheard.

I...