Jack's Twisted Kingdom
lusting after the grrl
Yesterday my mind generated the smell of latex and summer air.
It smelled sweet, like new sex. ravenous and pure.
It anchors me in oblivion, and teases the teathers above my
It wants to let me free, but never wants to let me go,
always the dreamer i am.
Or maybe its just me, perhaps, lost in a cacopony of sight
Oh, How I'd like to sink my teeth into her flesh, that white
milky porcelain skin.
Her velvet lips stained a dark red hue, dulled cold and frosted
Gazing into those eros flecked, lascivious windowed colored eyes
With indulgent pleasure, I'd rupture a capillary in her
neck, her collar bone too
sending her into the gasping void of orgasmic thrust,
heaving, panting, demanding
I enjoy the scent of a newly sexed woman, pure, glorious,
like roses, after an early morning rain, a pretty, deadly,
Numbed Jaw, my twisted metal pierced tongue thrusts about
again, for that lusted, hot, silently pure, place, the
Oh, how I am in a verve, come, take my hand, please
let me slake my thirst, shall I? oh yes, indeed