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Dark, Red, Risk
2.21.17
Dark, Red, Risk
Flecks of red, on your wrist; on your wrist
Willing risk?
Dangerous
Forehead, kissed
Raise your hands; leather cuffs,
Arms amiss, up above
Overhead? Head held steady
Time soon slips
High velocity (tripping hard)
Hard as hell, now - gone too far
Lashing, welts
feel bamboo pain
(the lust sustains) - cane leaves a scar
Ready, set (wet, teary-eyed)
Choking back, deep gasping sighs
Breathing shallow, somewhat narrow
and far too late
to bait
tomorrows
50 deaths give rise to kills
Killers rise, your eyes say "Will!"
Rounded lips - a cup to sip
Pried open,
broken;
shoulder?
chip
Playing 'hurt', is safe word worth it?
Lifting "wait", thin veils and urges
Hands hold face, while milking truth
Let moose (run loose)
until it
purges
Forage, famine - focused habits
Force fed, swallowed
Face? Blue sorrow
Headspace, (can't-wait)
Cruel crush, such taste
Soft throat roping,
evenly yoking
Go slack - broke-backs are borrowed
Unzipped, stampedes
(wood grain swerves)
Throw up stories
(untamed words)
Marks and necks, next - ankles tied
and
homie, slowly
~fuck~
what you heard
The flecks of red, on your wrist; on your wrist
Swollen lips (those I kiss), did I hurt you
Dangerous
Yeah, a bit
Game of chance, roulette rests
Breath returns, high marks earned...
Worth the risk
Dark, Red, Risk
Flecks of red, on your wrist; on your wrist
Willing risk?
Dangerous
Forehead, kissed
Raise your hands; leather cuffs,
Arms amiss, up above
Overhead? Head held steady
Time soon slips
High velocity (tripping hard)
Hard as hell, now - gone too far
Lashing, welts
feel bamboo pain
(the lust sustains) - cane leaves a scar
Ready, set (wet, teary-eyed)
Choking back, deep gasping sighs
Breathing shallow, somewhat narrow
and far too late
to bait
tomorrows
50 deaths give rise to kills
Killers rise, your eyes say "Will!"
Rounded lips - a cup to sip
Pried open,
broken;
shoulder?
chip
Playing 'hurt', is safe word worth it?
Lifting "wait", thin veils and urges
Hands hold face, while milking truth
Let moose (run loose)
until it
purges
Forage, famine - focused habits
Force fed, swallowed
Face? Blue sorrow
Headspace, (can't-wait)
Cruel crush, such taste
Soft throat roping,
evenly yoking
Go slack - broke-backs are borrowed
Unzipped, stampedes
(wood grain swerves)
Throw up stories
(untamed words)
Marks and necks, next - ankles tied
and
homie, slowly
~fuck~
what you heard
The flecks of red, on your wrist; on your wrist
Swollen lips (those I kiss), did I hurt you
Dangerous
Yeah, a bit
Game of chance, roulette rests
Breath returns, high marks earned...
Worth the risk
Published 24th Feb 2017
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25th Feb 2017 10:25pm
This is so mysteriously good and I love, ' unzipped stampedes / wood grain swerves ' and ' throw up stories / untamed words ' as a couplet, the punctuation used adds effect also.....
