A stranger's soul,
wicked or twisted as I?
Words that wan the aching heart,
the gift of precious time,
given in haste,
yet embers ignite from deep inside.
If the hunt's began,
prepare for the ride.
I'm now Intrigued.
~~~~~~~~~~
Emitted moans,
surging through the air,
like electric currents,
licking at our sides,
convulsing, shocking,
the very core,
leaving behind it's taste,
it's brutal chill,
and it's warmth,
but nothing more.
~~~~~~~~~~
Condemned to darkness,
shadows,
among the sheep,
watching the wolves,
feed,
hungrily, savagely
feasting,
licking the wounds,
milking them dry,
the hunger,
it's over-powering.
I'm starved of passion,
aching for a lashing,
hungering for pain ,
oh, the pleasure...
This hot, throbbing ache
inside me,
yearns for discipline. |
