MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Monthly Archives: June 2014

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Along your jaw to your neck I flow
fiery, aglow as I smear on you….

You, gory on my mouth
to charm you even more…

Exquisitely I drain all color
from your pale…

Heaven blushed today on your
corpse…
I walk away, splattered in red, in
you…..


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Heart beats fast, under your skin I
want to be….to sniff the air and smell

me around…

I wonder what you do, do when no
one watches, do your eyes become
dark, opaque, do I become a whisper
that travels to places that you keep

hidden….

I want to play with your subconscious,
slip in mindless theatrical, put on the

best show….for you….

Beloved slumbers as I have come out
to  perform.

Something shadowy in you rises just
underneath, below your flesh ripples,

eclipse, enough light that I see behind
the masquerade….

You call to my darkness as I do yours,

such a disguise that makes me smile,
tongue touching teeth….

You think you know, but you have no idea
what lays within…me….
How I weave you into me, in threads of

somber….

You blend so easily, as God is your judge,
and I could be your answer….
Eyes, soft, aware, wonder where your

walls lead, at the end, where pattens make
sense, and I there, in your head….

At your fingertips the world stalls on your
skull, intelligencer…..

Be true, lift the veil, show me….
I am never what you would expect,

or will I ever….

An enigma, easily concocted to fit the
Mother Earth, as you and I are one
and the same…..

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Someone else…lies within me,
I can feel them take on my identity,
worm themselves inside my mysteries,
laughing at me because HE know more…

Dark, sensual HE breezes so gently
inside me, taunting, teasing, slowly
making me HIS.

He arouses me, hates me, loves me,
causes me to exploit my uninhibited
side, to indulge, release myself only
to HIS eyes…

Voyeur into HIS Dark fantasies,
and I play HIS part as HE takes over.

For I am HIS vessel into this world,
and I undress for His liking, move the
way HE wants, glistens just like HE
insists….

I lick my lips to entice, to make HIM hunger,
crave, and then HE claws my insides, what
a bloody rush to feel HIM trying to get out,
how I bleed, how HE tastes….

I like HIM there, how HE twists me up
to take all of HIM.

I am HIS shadow and HE mine, and who
may emerge one never knows…

I am HIS lover, and HIM mine, I am HIS
lunatic on carnage kisses.

HE explores every inch, pleasure
and pain, all that feels, dissolves
inside me.

You and I, transgender, enveloping
soft folds on erect deception….


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Dazzled, frazzled, bedazzled
on psychotic color…

Disturbed, I flower upon
you, on you, your flavored
rainbow…

Clenched, I try to smile,
but all it does is run in
hues, creating more
madness…

For I am sugar coated,
wanting to dye on you….

 



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