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Longing....
feel my longing,
dripping from each pores,
tight black,
makes skin so crisp and white,
beckon me to bite, taste, drown
My sea of sorrow touches no shore
pale, soft blonde hair,
no longer offends me
I have yearned for you,
Since I first smelt your sweet scent,
I forget you are merely a child,
I am a tortured old dog,
You are my cage.
dripping from each pores,
tight black,
makes skin so crisp and white,
beckon me to bite, taste, drown
My sea of sorrow touches no shore
pale, soft blonde hair,
no longer offends me
I have yearned for you,
Since I first smelt your sweet scent,
I forget you are merely a child,
I am a tortured old dog,
You are my cage.
Published 26th Jun 2012
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27th Jun 2012 11:34am
Fantasies wrap us up and choke us in their web. It's good to be torn apart in words that pull in every direction, just under the skin. I like the slow growing tension in this one.
27th Jun 2012 12:22pm
Thankyou Loki, I appreciate your insight!
I look forward to reading some of your work soon.
I look forward to reading some of your work soon.
