Description: Written a long time ago. I was inspired by a scene from that movie Bride of Chucky, where the guy tells someone that the French call an orgasm Le Petite Morte, meaning, "The Little Death."
Le Petite Morte -------------------------------------------
The smoke of incense clouds the air
Almost too heavy to breathe.
Shadows flicker in the night.
Your hand rests upon my sleeve.
I feel your breath against my neck.
I feel the touch of your face.
As you nibble on my ear
I crave the warmth of your embrace.
Caresses and kisses will never be enough
To quell this thirst inside
Only your total surrender will do
For my hunger will never subside.
I flick my tongue across your lips
To get a little taste
Take my hand and join with me
We'll swiftly leave this place.
As I slowly lead you to my lair
Bathed in silk and candlelight
I softly whisper in your ear
Let's die a little tonight.
This was relly good. Did you watch Bride of Chucky the other night on TV?? I did, we may have been watching it at the same time...creepy creepy eh...so you have to come see me because I demand it...homecoming is Saturday at our school...starts at 4, don't know if I am going.
Ah. Wonderful. I loved the lines, 'Take my hand and join with me We'll swiftly leave this place. As I slowly lead you to my lair Bathed in silk and candlelight I softly whisper in your ear Let's die a little tonight.'
Really it was just a wonderfully clever poem. The rhyme scheme was wonderful. I don't have a lot to say about this...it was wonderful. I loved it. ...Jessie