Like Red Rain

Like Red Rain

A Poem by Bobby Madden
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Experimenting with erotica.

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The razorblade runs down my arm

A line of blood protruding from a visible cut

I tilt my arm to let it drip

I watch it fall down to the floor

So beautifully

Like red rain

I grin softly and bite my lip

My mouth starts to water

My tongue starts to tickle

I lift my arm up to my mouth

Open it up wide

And run my tongue across the cut

My spine begins to shiver

I shut my eyes and feel them cringe

The warmth

The delightful warmth

Sitting on my tongue

Goosebumps spreading through my skin

Juices flowing from my flower

Oh, the bittersweet pain

It’s so very nice

I press my lips onto my wrist

I kiss

And I lick

I ingest it all so joyfully

I crave this red delight

I need it in my mouth

On my tongue

And in my throat

My hand descends between my legs

Thumb and pointer finger

Pinching

Squeezing

Making it hurt

I tremble as I feast upon my open wound

Tears are falling from my eyes

I lay down on my back

And lift my wrist above my chest

Drops of red fall to my breasts

Hand still placed between my legs

Pinching

Squeezing

Hands and thighs are getting wet

My legs are spread

My back is arched

Fingers make their entry

Gliding on the walls

In and out

In and out

Heartbeat getting faster

Breathing getting faster

Teeth are gnawing on my lip

Other hand upon my chest

Moving and exploring

Nails finding n*****s

Digging

So hard

So very hard   

The spellbinding anguish

How I feel so alive

Body drenched in fluids

Bathing in the perfect warmth

I feel something near

It approaches like a predator

Ready to pounce upon the prey

Eyes are fixed

It’s going to leap

I can’t resist it any longer

Head goes back

Voice goes loud

Shockwave through my nerves

An eruption of the body

Volcano spewing lava

All across the land

What a massacre I am

A delectable disaster

Decorated

Drained

The beautiful drops of red

Humanity had left

For this dark transformation

Of carnivorous carnage

Never did I imagine

This was dwelling deep within me

But no regrets are held

Only satisfaction

My hand lifts up from the hidden valley

My tongue escapes and hangs down low

I greedily taste the juice of my fruit

And smile with my sloppy face

                      

© 2013 Bobby Madden


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"Smle with my sloppy face."

There's a line in Silver Lining Playbook; "Tiffany: I was a s**t. There will always be a part of me that is dirty and sloppy, but I like that, just like all the other parts of myself. I can forgive. Can you say the same for yourself, f****r? Can you forgive? Are you capable of that? "

That honest to admit we're all amoral and that we all have our cravings for a "dirty" satisfaction. I'm a very sexual and open person and I rather aproach it with understanding than judgment.

This is awesome, Bobby. I'm really proud. You tackled the task of a subject that could've turned to smut but made it raw and honest.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on April 11, 2013
Last Updated on May 15, 2013
Tags: erotica, lust, blood, razorblade

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Bobby Madden
Bobby Madden

Manassas, VA



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