The Death of Passion That Answered Me : Adult Poetry

I slither through the darkness as the night howls in sickness

 as my bare thoughts and the darkness of winds is my only standing witness.

 Blissfulness is my curse as I meet passion.

 Death would be the quenching of his thirst as he answers me.

 I am sucking my fingers in deep thoughts

 as I know that something is terribly wrong with me.

When I pray in to the deep sex appeal of his eyes

 my sweats of nervousness creeps out through my pores and makes me fry.

 I am caught in to the rose buds of beauty

 will he pursue me and answer me?

 The winds of creepiness is a passion of tasty lustfulness.

 I am busting open my shirt of dark starvation that I cant shake.

 He has baked in my thoughts of just listen and

 lay in my flames

 surrender to me your brain

 taste the burning rain

 of how I torture your body in good pain.

 The answer of confess fire made me spread my legs

 instead of moaning I beg

 please don’t hurt me

 just please soak and wet me

 pull back my skin and commit a sin

 I feel the question you asked me

 massaging my inner woman

 I am no more dominate

 I am now climaxing.

 Relaxing

 The blood of temptation

 Has skeet out

 Incomplete gore

 Was the passion

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