Monthly Archives: February 2015

My Puss

Knees spread before you

My mouth

It begs to taste more of you

 

Breathless and agitated

Vibrating with so much lust

 

Slow and steady

 

I wait, my body aching and begging to feel that deep thrust

 

And as you glide in, I shiver

 

Going right from pulsating puss

All the way up to my spine, consuming my mind

 

I relish the moment, And begin to slowly rock back and forth

 

Like a compass, your hand guides me

Running over the centre of my back

Curling around my neck

 

You straighten me out

 

You grip me like a vice

My body succumbs.

 

My mind goes numb

 

But you remember your Mum

 

Living with family, it’s hard to get things done

 

So you hold my mouth

 

So I can’t make a sound

 

But even you can’t contain the musical depths of my release

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Open Museum

Look at her

So sad and so frail

 

All of that mental slave work

Making her pale

 

Rocking and back and forth in a room without a roof

The wind blows

The scales move

 

Her body twitches

Her mind aches

 

But does it matter?

From the front,

All looks safe

 

Her smile is bright

And eyes fake

Florescent lights

You’re the deer

 

For you may see something painful

That enchants and make you fearful

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Death’s Orchestra

Fear can have you huddled up

 

Thinking of evils that could occur

But you hate yourself for the thought of it

 

You could slit your wrist just at the tip of it, at that thought

That scary skit

 

Always watching yourself, it won’t quit

 

It’s like a symphony of your death

Being played to you like it’s

Telling you to come and collect

The sheet music that’ll stop your breath

 

A percussion you can feel in your chest

Symbols ringing in your head

Strings that’ll try and twang you dead

 

Judge (me) Dread.

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Underground Soul-Eater

A heaviness on my chest

Treasures drowning, those my subconscious has kept

 

Adorn yourself with them

Even at the hour of your death