Remnants of a Fading Nightmare

Caught up in your own desire

You fling her up and down

Basked in the heat of fire.

Torched up flames scorched your drenched bodies.

Steaming with incense and cracked melancholy.

You pick up your pace as she staggers beneath

The crimson colored bed of metal and grease.

She bleeds as you take her

Coming into your own accord.

The peace shattered within.

As you break in contact with her skin.

Her innocence gone

Once again.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Geeeezzz !
I have never seen this expressed in a poem.
In fact I have never seen it in print.
You are a first !

An interesting kind of scarey subject, but
I suppose somebody had to do it .

Very good writing by an exceptional writer
and a lovely human being.

Rated----100 '%

-----Eagle Cruagh