My Poems & Stuff
2012-03-01 07:38:47 (UTC)

The Threat

nd you bind me tight
sweating - suffocating
in my own private hell of cheap perfume.

And the smell of lust has invaded and raped my senses.
A slow fog rolls over me -
Up my thighs, over my ribs
and again - it brings me to you.

I am your rhyme.
I am your reason.
I am your voiced contagion.
I am your blood.
I am your god.
I am your tainted addiction.

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