Timothy

Jack's Twisted Kingdom
2004-09-05 15:05:49 (UTC)

lust in a bottle

I feel the wind of her silken lips, the passing of her satin
kiss and I yearn for the embrace of her luscious tongue

riding the road down into ruinous temptation I arise from the
need of squandered love and yearn for more.

cascading curls and lilting gaits cross the threashold of my
dark
dominion alighted by passions and memories long past.

devour me if you must, be gentle with my heart, the threads
unravel easy
but know, the pleasures and pain I can give, are of sweet design

I fall into the sleep of ages, burned yet consumed by her
taste of lavender she touches me lightly, and yet ghostly,
slowly I yearn for more