Monthly Archives: May 2014

Tie me just to see
me come undone under your
twitching fingertips….

You hold my eyes, down
you roam to my lips,
tongue flicks out, needing to
feel wet….

In one swift moment, you
on my mouth hard, coloring
my flesh….

Teeth emerge and I bite,
hear you gasp as I
smile against you…

I reach out to taste,
leaving behind my dew for
you to wonder in….

My hand reaches out, fists
your hair, pulling your head
back away from me, we
met, and I lean up,
pull you to me, and
sink into your neck….

Something primal arises, like
the moon piercing the night,
forcing her to open

I raise up, and darkness
meets as you push me
back, sacrificial….

On all fours you climb
on top of me, breathing
is shallow, and you glow
all around me, beautiful, dangerous….

At that moment, I want
to be fucked endlessly, mindlessly,
for YOU to take all
my thoughts away…for us
to lose our way…..

Legs wrapped around as you
enter, filling me, nails dig
into back and so you

You show no remorse as
you beat over and over
again, our bodies battered,
our hues blending….

I hold on to your
savage, slick with brutality….

I quiver, rush, and find
myself on top, riding, hands
digging in hips, moving
me against as you guttural
sounds of dying…..

Hands reach the heavens as
I twist you to fit
my needs….

On my hands and knees,
you behind, relentlessly thrashing me
to pieces, and so I
shatter, running down you, on
you as you drum within,
mending me whole…

We collapse knowing this will
never be enough to fill


This is a picture of the cross that someone took at my

Eyes meet, tangle, dare
just to dangle…

Dangle on the edge of
your sanity, falling only
to complete you…

Lips part as darkness greets
us..let me be your
forbidden, your first bite of

Bodies close and I count
the beats of your pulse,
in my mouth my tongue
vibrates erratic destruction…
Flicking your tune, optics
grow ebony as you walk
me to the wall.

Pinned, knee between my thighs,
arms to my side, you
dip low, chest to neck,
my scent awakening your insides
as you quake to tumble
beneath me…

Skin to skin just to
sink deep in the others

Inside, I am your guide
to all that is me
as you split me into
disturbed rhythms, where straight jacket
teeth bloody my moans.

From behind you steer me
toward suicide, mind numbing
release to the other side.

Your mouth slices as you
kiss my back, ending the
silence as blush flows, screaming
in orchestral madness….


Nipples taunt, caressed by the
chill of your stare…
Wet rains and I quiver,
dripping, folds opening, blooming in

Exposed, empty as you fill
yourself inside…
Warmth spreads as you part
the seas, and I run
out to meet you…

My skin strips, peels away
in eruption, flowing up, exploding
in your mouth..

Ghostly throes take me, pounding
my demise…
Exploited on your unholy

It builds inside, closer, creeping
up, toes crinkle,veins bulged
intoxicated, thirsty for more as
you enter and exist Déjà Vu…

Mouth on my tongue and
I split, created on the
tip of lunacy as I
unfold on glacial crosses, splintered
maroons to feed devils….


I imagine my hands on your
face, and you close
your eyes, never thought you
would feel me again….

To have you so near,
finally to see you as
man, to see you as
beast, to see how much
you love…..

You open to me, and
I see your pain, washes
me bloody, and yet I
want to know…you….

Let’s dance, you and I…
how I’ve imagined, close, parallel,
heart and soul, under the
moons blessing….

No veil between us, apart
of the others world….I
want to take away your
misery, so look into my
reflection, see how I see

I envision you filling my
space, and feel your warmth
around, enveloping me with
magic, taking my breath away
and enjoying the wonder that
settles on my face…..

You take me there, amongst
your soft solace, that of
which wonders alone, and only
share among your shadows….

I walk into your loneliness
holding your hand, how it
should have been from the

Now, we shall end where
we left off, as the
night howls in the
distance, and so we follow,
you and I…..

Luke Atkins

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