Within Grace

writing with love

Friends With Benefits August 9, 2012

Filed under: erotic poetry — Within Grace @ 12:29 pm
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I answered him in wafting romance, exceeding my expectations of anxious insecurity.

Brief moments of erratic sincerity and elevated bliss, he captured my desire for friendship.

Summer nights exchanged with memories of loves once known, I saw only him sitting next to me, indulging my mind with tantalizing tales and gentle compliments.

Fire lit our breaths, our inner secrets exposed to no one, dark surrounded our embrace, his room filled with engaging conversation and an occasional flirty caress.

His kiss fueled my obsession, sex running through my veins, my every thought, he left me craving his tongue in shades of cool water soothing my burn.

I walked away, regretting only that I didn’t stay longer, wearing my smile, holding my pink laced bra, twirling my curls, shattering any hopes of love, truly accepting our relationship for what it was.

© LR 2012

 

Rest in Peace July 2, 2011

I purge you
From my heart
From my mind
I vomit thoughts of you
Your name
The sound of your voice
From my belly walls
Out into the street

 

I suffocate
Smother your scent
From my nostrils
Breathe you out
From my soul
I flush you
Cast you into the dark sea
So you can never control me again

 

I slap your face
With spikes in my hand
I mutilate you
Smash your head into the gravel
Watch your flesh bleed out
Turn blue
Turn white
Smile,
As creatures of the night feast on your body

 

Just as leaves blow in the autumn air
So do my cares for you
I separate from you
Drain my warmth out onto another
My eyes wide open
My heart closed up
Hard pressed
Guilt ridden
Soaked in grease, I slipped

 

I gather what’s left
Douse you in gasoline
Light a match
The same match I’ll use to burn my flesh
Scar my skin
To match my heart
Use my wetness to put out the flames

 

Stroked
Twisted
Caught dead in the middle of the day
Draw your pain on my feet
Step into the lake and wash your hurt away
The water turns black
Stained by your struggle
Gruesome and proud
I am not your savior

 

No appetite
I feed on your retinas
No thirst
I drink your juices
Not tired
I sleep amongst your remains
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

 

© LRS 2011

 

 

 
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