Sexy Poetry

The Colour of Love

Cold blade

Warm blood

Slice

Pain

Blood flows like water

Do you feel weak

It's almost like good sex

I feel released

Cut again

Cut deep

Cut harder

Please, God, let me stop screaming

Once, twice, more

Then I can sleep



Cacaphony

Clank, jingle …
Hisssss …
Slide.
POP,
Chuckle.
SLAP, moan.
Sigh.
SLAP … SMACK!
Yelp, whimper.
Arch, purr.
Grunt, WHAP.
Drag … shudder.
Caress, pinch.
SLAM, SLAP, SMACK!!
Moan …
Sob …
Beg.
WHAP, SLAP, Pat, Flick.
Scream ...
Caress, CUM!
Slither, jingle
Jangle, slide.
Smile.
Mine



Desire

Desire.
It speaks volumes without words.
It's in the curve of a hip,
the fullness of a breast,
the sweet softness of her lips.
It's in the indention of her navel,
the arch of her foot,
the feel of her black hair,
and the look in her eyes as she looks at me.
There's sensuality in every move she makes.
Even the way she breathes...
is sexy.
She is Sex.
Slow and steamy.
Fast and fierce.
Sweat-slicked skin
and silken folds.
Breathless sighs and honeyed words,
sleepless nights and dreamy eyes.
Desire.



Desire II

Score
Cut
Flow
Rip
Smear
Tear
Drip
Bleed

Feel

Laugh
Moan
Plead
Whimper
Sigh
Beg
Whisper
Scream

Hear

Arch
Flex
Thrust
Knead
Scratch
Grasp
Pull
Push

Take



Until I Bleed

Sometimes I want to scream my need.
My skin aches to be bruised,
trembles to be bitten,
burns to be used.

It's an uncontrolled fire,
raging to consume me,
that only pain can dampen.
It never goes out.
I'm always at the mercy of its flames.

Rage, claw, bite.
Don't hold anything back with me.
Mark me, beat me, fuck me ...
Don't stop until I bleed.