Chosen Whispers

(Whispers of the Moment) PT. 1
“Before me she lays open, while on my knees I taste
Her back arches, as fulfillment consumes her face,
“Words of sexual blasphemy escape her lips
As she upward thrust her sweet inviting hips,
“Eye contact connects us, as I push into her wet sex
Followed by passionate kisses to her perky breast,
“In each other’s sex we fully trust
Because it’s not just love, but desirable lust,

  “This has been going on for so long
We both don’t won’t to go home,
“Regardless, our puppet lives dictate we have too
But not before we are sexually through,
“Sperm to egg has never been delayed
With us not caring if a baby will be made,
“But truthfully we both have to give a damn
Because she’s a married woman and I’m a married man.”

(Whispers of Desired Wants) Pt. 2
“Why should I be without her as tears fall from my eyes
As I lick my lips across her far away ghostly thighs,
“My desired want causes my hands to shake
Transforming my emotions to desired hate,

(The Devil)
“Kill him, then she will be ultimately free
I’ll just hold your soul until it’s time to come see me.”

“The Devil’s words whisper deep in my brain
As I stand in front of her house in the pouring rain,
“She’s not home, so I proceed to go inside
Put six in his chest and one between his eyes,
“There’s a movement-I thought she wasn’t home!
Out of pure fear-I squeeze and there goes her dome,
“From the house-I flee
And while running all I could hear is the Devil laughing at me,
“When I get home I can’t eat or sleep
Then my backdoor opens with a haunting creek.”


(Whispers of the Lost) Pt. 3
“The woman of my desire stands before me shaking with rage
Lip quivering, while in her hands is a twelve gauge,
“She says she ‘seen me leave the house and what I did
Shot my sleeping husband and my three year old kid,
“Now I’m without a daughter and I’m a widow not a wife
And now you will be without a life’,
“My heart is open before her as my chest explode
Now I lay staring at my desire, because my eyes won’t close,
“Watching as she falls into my embrace
Now her dead lips resting upon my cooling face,
“The last sight I saw before everything went black
Was her sister, my wife put bullets into her back.”