Bitten Skin

Loves passion

I bit skin, and it bled not. The veins pierced through, pulsating and yearning for my mouth, the moist warm squeeze. I bit into skin and pulled back, your skin tingled and your heart vibrated within you. I enjoyed your pleasure, you invited my pain. Your temptations were yanked out of you at once, and you indulged in them. You wanted, you needed, you desired. I declined your proposition, and you became overwhelmed, the embrace tightened around me. Give to me, give to me, and fire burning inside of you, driving you, hoping for weakness in that moment. I bit skin, and the soul, and mind, and the body reacted to me, giving itself, melting into my palms. I bit skin and the oceans crashed upon rocks, volcanoes erupted, and stars shot through the sky. In that moment everything was still. In that moment everything was real.

Author's Note

Love has a taste and passion has a smell. It is alive and all around us. Open your life and your heart and allow love to be aprt of you, let it become your senses, and let it guide you. I hope you connect to this peice. be blessed.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is a song from several years back and a line in it "you bleed just to know you're alive"

this is very alive...and nice parallel of feelings..almost "i want you, i don't want you, i want you" etc...but on my own terms...i won't give in, i want you to give in, let go, be mine.

quite an absorbing read.

jacob

[Kim Ross]

Hello Jacob again, Thank you for your review.This poem is defenitely one of my more personal and vunerable peices. So happy you were absorbed.