Lust

by Kade   Mar 25, 2016


Harlot.
Take.
Pleasure.

Your kisses blind my mind.
My eyes don't hear my heart.
Longing.
Blunted.
Messy.

Harlot.
Mmm.
Slick.

Prisoner to convulsions,
twitching like an eyelid set loose,
by insomnia.

Loose.
No morals.
Anywhere.

Ashamed but still riding waves, that lead to
a dark pit of murky, black endlessness.
A vortex; never to be heard from again.

Bruised.
Lips.
Tip.

Nibbled trouble and bit off more than I can chew.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    I really like this-dark, naughty, a cautionary tale of maybe mixing it up with the wrong sort?

    • 8 years ago

      by Kade

      Thanx. Wrong sort indeed.

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