Beseeching madness

 
I can make love to you  
all night tonight  
on the edge of the  
perfectly made bed  
 
and swoon over  
sweet nothings we  
babble through  
the ecstasy  
 
I can wear a daisies in my fucking  
hair but it doesn’t change that  
 
I’m a criminal,  
 
I’m a goddamn criminal  
for you tonight  
 
a mad dog  
with unconscionable  
malefactions of the heart  
and I'm in  
intent on  
taking you  
with me  
 
I’ve grown addicted to  
the way your  
passion dissolves in my  
veins like  
mercury poisoning  
 
and tonight, I want to  
stab the bed with a  
Bowie knife and  
full-mouth fuck  
your nightmares  
into my sunlit dreams  
 
I want to make your cock  
share your secrets in my  
willing mouth  
while I grind my  
clit against your leg  
and make you wait  
wait...  
to taste me  
 
and you can find your  
heaven in my  
hellbound screams  
as you sink  
your bare cock  
deep in my body  
like a  
 
cry for absolution  
 
or damnation  
 
they’re pretty much the  
same when you're  
in me  
 
I want to make  
perversion look like  
making love as I  
run my fingers through  
my slick,  
bruised thighs  
and curl my tongue  
around them    
so I can  
finally know  
what our fucking  
tastes like  
 
it tastes like  
 
it tastes like  
you and I  
and aching needs that  
hurt more the  
more we dig into  
each other’s  
beings  
but fuck,  
 
the ache is sweet  
 
it's so fucking sweet  
 
we can make  
soft love  
on the grass  
behind a stadium  
tomorrow  
and the next day.  
 
and I’ll wear the fucking  
daisy crown and be  
a beguiling beauty  
 
but tonight,  
lover  
 
tonight I want to be a  
raving madman  
ready to slit my  
throat for just a  
taste  
of you  
 
you  
 
I want to carve my name  
on your chest with my  
tongue so that  
every time  
you move you  
feel you’re  
 
mine  
 
mine  
 
 
I want to  
ride you,  
take you,  
fuck you,  
own you,  
pollute my rage  
in your kind arms  
until your dick  
is raw  
and my  
cunt  
aches for  
for days  
 
I want you  
 
like madness incarnate.  
 
and when it’s too bad  
too much,  
too crazed and unhinged  
when we’re sure we  
need church just  
to make eye contact  
 
I won't  
stop  
 
I won’t  
stop  
until  
"I love you"
is a sacred hiss,  
an acid etched in hearts  
avowing  
how I crumble  
against you  
 
my darling  
 
my darling...  
 
I can make love to you  
all night tonight  
on the edge of the  
perfectly made bed  
as my black heart  
turns to ashes  
against  
your beautiful  
passion  
 
 
shivering  

in awe  
 
of your  
enduring embrace    
against my
howling
needy

madness