Sunday, June 19, 2011

Someone Else

My impulsive rushes

found two different touches,

and doused in guilt

I'm stripped clothes-less

and soulless


Have you been hurt?

I can't find it in your face,

but I can hear it in your words;

take it out on me.


I'll be your little fuck toy,

if you'll be my next mistake

If I could talk circles around you,

why am I spinning?


Back and forth,

slower, faster

Each breath lights our contrast

like Ecstasy's onset,

so push in farther

and pin me down harder against the mattress


Nails sparking electric torture

across soaking wet skin--

fucking in sin

Carnal breathing, harsh and hungry;

lose control and make me whole.


I'm so filled with the feeling

of wanting to feel something..

So, choke me

and rape me better than he did

when he broke me


into pieces

like glass.


You could never push me too far, just


closer to

closer to


something I've never been before.


We've closed ourselves off,

uncertain and scared--

But you got off on my pain,

now let's do it again.



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I don't feel guilty anymore.

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