I SMELL SEX AND CANDY (poem)
Posted August 19, 2006
SLIDE WHILE I LYE ON MY KITCHEN FLOOR
WATCHING AS THE PRETTY COLOR EXPANDS
I SMELL SEX AND CANDY PLAYING IN MY HEAD
ARCH, HIPS, FINGERS TONGUE,LIPS, TOUCH TASTE SIGHT, SOUND
MOVE FROM THE BED TO THE GROUND
PAIN, PLEASURE
ONE IN THE SAME
SPREAD
FACE DOWN ON THE GROUND
FORCE
RESISTANCE
"DON'T MAKE A FUCKING SOUND!"
BLADE COOL ACROSS MY NECK
STING FOLLOWED BY WET SENSATION
PANTING
CRAWL ACROSS THE FLOOR,
NO WAY OUT
LOCKED DOOR
BLOOD, MASCARA,APPLE BACARDI AND CUM
HOPING THAT HE'S DONE
BRUISES,CUTS, BROKEN BONES
THINKING I SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT HOME
PENATRATE, STOLEN, PINNED, STUFFED DOWN
NO SIGHT
NO SOUND
NO SYMPATHY
ONLY HARD COLD GROUND
ANSWER WAS ON THE TIP OF A SILVER SPOON
SHOOTING FOR THE MOON
POINT BLANK INJECTION
HEART AND BRAIN NOT MAKING ANY CONNECTION
CONSUPTION OF POSION WITH A SHOT OF DESPAIR
MAKES IT ALL GO AWAY
SO NOW YOU WANNA ASK ME IF EVERYTHINGS OK?
SURE I AM FINE
I FELL
~lyre~
