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"Devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest. Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress." Come to me, for I have seen and need more. You have left a lasting taste on my tongue, An ever-burning scorch upon my milky white throat. I am yours. Take me, chain me, Crown me, claim me, Stain me...... As you will it, so it will be. You have taken me before....... In my deepest, wettest, most vivid dreams, I have tasted you. Your lurid shape has stood before me beautifully, So that I might love my own sickness. |
thank you for pointing me to this. you're right, i love it. it's awesome. i love contrast in poetry, the meeting of two extremes can be very powerful, and this poem is full of contrast. i love "So that I might love my own sickness". yeah, daddy like. | Posted on 2005-10-20 00:00:00 | by treybur | [ Reply to This ] | Fantastic! I wish all relationships in life had this dark and arousing abandon. Just one glitch, "An ever-burning scorch upon my milky white throat.". If you left this out the poem would be more open to interpation, but thats just my opinion. It reminds of of inebriated sex in a back alley (the cool type).. or something along those lines. | - Sethesin | Posted on 2005-10-08 00:00:00 | by Sethesin | [ Reply to This ] | whoa... amazing. How is it that some of hte most tainted poems are some of the most true, pure kind that there are? i want to know that. Are you my twin? Me reencarnated? Some one? | You have taken me before... In my deepest, wettest, most vivid dreams, I have tasted you. OmG! i Can relate so much. Lovely write. a possible fave... | Posted on 2005-02-23 00:00:00 | by thesacredone | [ Reply to This ] | now this piece... to me... sorta..3. incorporates human attributes to a person that had intimate moments with an incubus... as in being that enters a person's dream and makes love to them... well, that's as literal as i can get. | but for something with a little more depth... i think... this embodies desire in its raw form. milky white throat... as in... used to be innocent but now addicted to the taste of carnality. it is only human to want. thus concluding the notion that one touch is an aphrodisiac that burns 'til you find something better. i too... at times... love my own sickness (as you've mentioned). you know... being human. wanting things. doing things. moaning, groaning and all that. it gives life, basically. to fall in to the fingers of desire brings life. and, nothing feels better than feeling alive. i like the fact that you were willing to give your readers control. over-all, the piece is good... fair with regards to the masses... and best on a personal note i'm sure. ![]() | Posted on 2005-02-25 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ] | |