EDIT: at the behest of one of my friends, i'm reposting my last two odes. i'll get around to writing new ones once i have time to brood a bit more on my sexual frustrations. -pb
beast
in your belly
you beast
you've eaten me
sucked down my lonely screams
with the delight of a cannibal whore
like a starving madwoman
you push and pull and suck and rend
your blood boils and steams
with ebony lust
rake me, break me
try harder
whisper terrible things
frantic, slip off the skin
in long, red trails of pain
swallow my breath and make it poison,
exhale back into my virgin breast
control, seize, torture and tease
i want your malevolence inside me
strangle me with promises
be my ruiner
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i want eight long, red nail furrows etched fiercely into my back...
i want deep, angry kisses from your fangs to decorate my shoulders...
i want my ears to ring from the screaming...
i want to have to burn my sheets tomorrow...
i want red wine to mix with blood on my lips where you've bitten yourself in...
i want a long, hot, exhausted, steaming shower with your breasts pressed against my chest and your fingers laced behind my neck...
i want to crush you against me until you whimper with lust...
i want to be tied and teased until your fingertips burn holes in my skin...
i want your wrists to show my finger marks in bruised color blue...
i want to blur the lines: pain/x...
i want to consider suicide when i find myself awakened and alone in your lingering scent...
i. want. you. to. do. terrible. things. to. me.
so, i think i found out that my tummy doesn't like it very much when i try to knock back vodka martinis like i do beers.
i'm really, really hungover. i gotsta stop ending up like this, man. i gotsta.
i'm hungry but i can't stay vertical (thank jeebus for my wireless keyboard) long enough to get dressed and go out for a bite and i have no food in my larder.
anyone wanna bring me some yoohoo and gummi bears then spoon with me until this ass of a hangover goes away?
pics of the new lenses added.
-pb
music: the pounding in my head
book: yeah right

beast
in your belly
you beast
you've eaten me
sucked down my lonely screams
with the delight of a cannibal whore
like a starving madwoman
you push and pull and suck and rend
your blood boils and steams
with ebony lust
rake me, break me
try harder
whisper terrible things
frantic, slip off the skin
in long, red trails of pain
swallow my breath and make it poison,
exhale back into my virgin breast
control, seize, torture and tease
i want your malevolence inside me
strangle me with promises
be my ruiner
untitled
i want eight long, red nail furrows etched fiercely into my back...
i want deep, angry kisses from your fangs to decorate my shoulders...
i want my ears to ring from the screaming...
i want to have to burn my sheets tomorrow...
i want red wine to mix with blood on my lips where you've bitten yourself in...
i want a long, hot, exhausted, steaming shower with your breasts pressed against my chest and your fingers laced behind my neck...
i want to crush you against me until you whimper with lust...
i want to be tied and teased until your fingertips burn holes in my skin...
i want your wrists to show my finger marks in bruised color blue...
i want to blur the lines: pain/x...
i want to consider suicide when i find myself awakened and alone in your lingering scent...
i. want. you. to. do. terrible. things. to. me.
so, i think i found out that my tummy doesn't like it very much when i try to knock back vodka martinis like i do beers.
i'm really, really hungover. i gotsta stop ending up like this, man. i gotsta.
i'm hungry but i can't stay vertical (thank jeebus for my wireless keyboard) long enough to get dressed and go out for a bite and i have no food in my larder.
anyone wanna bring me some yoohoo and gummi bears then spoon with me until this ass of a hangover goes away?
pics of the new lenses added.
-pb

music: the pounding in my head
book: yeah right



























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