Poem - 09 April 2018, 00:41

Twilight

Your touch derives
the scent of ultimate,
cataclysmic passions-
in all of my rot,
masquerading in
tempest state;
I adore sinking my
willing teeth
into your taunt,
decadent body

as
uncomplicatedly

you are mine now
you are mine
and I willl
shatter your heart
unto my
memories graves

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Freestyle Melodrama Romance

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Dean Kuch28 April 2018, 22:33

in all of my rot,
masquerading in
tempest state;
I adore sinking my
willing teeth
into your taunt,
decadent body

We all begin to rot the day we are born, my dear philosophical poet.
Some are even spoiled as they rot while others manage to cover up the rot of decay oh, so well.
But, hey...at least if we have our memories we have something to cling to.
Nice write...
~Dean Kuch

愛29 April 2018, 18:31

Thank you for taking the time to read this piece, Dean. I tend to embrace my rot, in all of its fragility and extremity, I am what I am. I do agree. A pleasure to read your review my friend. With love