candied pain

On a full mooned night,
With parted lips,
I dreamt of candy canes
Between my hips.
Clothed in nothing but self-induced lust
I was re-incarnated by earthly dust.
She came to me and kissed my breasts
she sunk her fingers into my depths.
A naked virgin, she,
Tasting pleasure for the first time.
her scarlet lips stained by me
the harlot of sexual crime.

The perfect product, me,
of god’s indulgent rape,
the perfect victim, she
desiring her ominent fate...

She was my goddess,
I disgrace.
the flowing scent of the treasure
whose key was mine to embrace

Tongues raiding the cherried gem
lashing out through pleasured groans
screaming thru hastened climax
i came,
twice, thrice,
while in modesty, she quietly moaned
 
And after orgasm came and left,
Remained an exciting passion.
sexual love over-powered us,
In a sexual same-sexed fashion.

She was my oasis,
she was my thirst,
To drink away my hate,
And spit back into my mouth
Her sour candied sexual fate.

She needed me…
To push away her fears,
slide down her breats,
And wet her n*****s with tears.

through the night we came, as one,
without morals, without him,
without the god above
who gave us our sin,
a sin so perfect, so immorally right
no sin is sinful
whats wrong is right,

So in love, so obsessed,
infatuated,
were we,
What could be more perfect
as one,
we were me...
 
They glared spitefully at us,
And said it wasn’t right.
But there was no more perfect a perfect song,
than the sound of me tonguing her that night

and while the sin tastes so good,
I’ll drink till I’m drunk…
and if ur sex alone wont satisfy....
that will never be
for you alone could pacify
the hetro-sexual in me

 
to wander between those slender thighs,
with your head between my breasts
And kiss the sleep from your eyes
and finger you while you slept..
-------
in envy at our pleasured night
he stole you to his realm of light
to rape you,
to hetrify you,
to derive you of that same-sexed fashion
to pacify you to our homosexual passion

he filled your space with what i had not,
till numb were you,
me,
all but forgot

i'll find you my love,
the king of fools,
i'll cut out his heart,
and cut out his tools,
for the rainbow's missing
the last lovely shade
stained to my fingers
from the love that we made....
 

Reviews

[Vatsayayana]

Oh my god!
This is wicked, hot, skin-tiltilating and lush.
Oh how lush. What a web of desire you weave. The intensity, the passion, the lust.
Your imagery is incomparable. A love so sweet, so desirous.
Utterly delicious.
Your stance of being the experienced one and she the virgin.
The way in the end he takes her and your promise of vengeance.
What a sweet candied honey your words are.

You held me with bated breath until the end. Get her back damnitt! I want to see more of this!
Beautiful. Brava!

[Daryl]

Lust. Homosexuality. Over and over again.

This poetry is sure dedicated for those who are indulging in the glorious realm of the modern gay/lesbian liberty, earning the who-cares-with-the-world pleasure, and standing in the Forbidden Room of Luscious Deadly Sin, while the rest are still trying to peek through, in the absence of religious fear and social adaptation.

Besides the lust-y part, injected in each line are overflowing emotions of longing, pain, and struggle to fight for what one "thinks" is right for the meantime. It is also a continuous fight for a love that has been long discriminated.

Powerful words, though a little literal. Again, lust-y. :)

Disturbingly great.