the darkness devours me,
there is nothing, no glint of light,
and still the silver shines.
i can feel the smooth chilly surface,
between my finger and my thumb.
my flesh and my lips part simultaneously,
the flesh gives way so easily,
the sweet metallic warmth,
heats up the cold steel,
and pools into the crook of my elbow.
it parts into two streams,
and i can feel the drip,
upon the soft white blanket.
as the pool becomes a puddle,
my mind is no longer numb,
my head feels fuzzy,
the room is spinning.
i want to lie down under the blankets.
it's cold.
i'm so cold.
i fold myself into the warmth.
sleeping beauty will never wake.















Comments
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Heres my two cents
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...and if i'm not back in 5 minutes...wait longer!
"We shall bring the beauty of erotic poetry to the masses"
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Heres my two cents
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