Don't Make Me Wait. . .

Drowning in red waves of empty pleasure,

Lungs crushed like insects, ripped apart;

Diamond hearts explode under the pressure,

Scarred and bloodied works of art;

Scarlet nails tear deep into your skin,

Ache within these caves of raw and

Bleeding nothing; no love without sin,

I fall willing into your every demand.

As hot as hell, a million minutes burn,

Each bruise a precious jewel to me,

Restraining chains; please make me yearn,

I cry out in a white-hot, forked-tongue plea.

The demon writhes; time's never late,

I'm your slave; don't make me wait

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

quite the dark piece..a demonic kind of pull to this...a demonic kind of love.

intriguing imagery...can't believe there are no responses to this.

it really tears the flesh from the eyes of the reader.