morning love

early morning love

her skin pressed against mine
the cool feel of lips pressed against my own
bodies that make love under the warm glow of sun glistening with sweat


our bodys intertwined like twisted reality
our dreams run together free from the curse of pain
hearts fused together,one mind,one body

love is……

eyes open as the sweat begins to thicken

this isn't love….this isn't a love or sex poem

lost eyes gaze upon a mangled body
the beauty of her neck twisted and her spine protruding from that stunning twisted neck
breast ripped to shreds and nipple piercings pulled malicciously
her body naked but dressed in a satin red dress of blood

our eyes connect, the super glue is woking

bodies intertwined,the coldness of her body cools my skin
creating imaginary ice crystals around my heart growing to incase  us forever.

morning love without worries of pain.
her body can be mine to love every morning

her body so perfect lips painted black