Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Object of My Demise

The sight of you makes me tremble
Your beauty controls my thoughts and suppresses my fears
Dipped in the sweetest chocolate, molded to perfection.
Swollen flesh staring so boldly
As the raging fire in your eyes makes your body sweat
And your nature rise.

In a desert of passion
The fiery sun beats down on my parched body.
My fervent throat throbs for your puddle of delight,
In the sandy grains…you are only a mirage
Unwilling to quench my thirst.

Words roll of your slippery tongue
Into the depths of my ocean
Engulfed in the tumultuous waves,
I begin to sink into a dark, grim abyss…
And I am alone.

Sizzling pain increases
Penetrating every nerve in my body
Battering eyes of resentment
Beat the be-bop of new tune
While my heart sings the blues
Because I cannot have you.

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