A poem for my fantasy.

A poem for my fantasy.
I don't know how to say it so here I go.
You will never know who you are or why I do what I do.
This may not rhyme or make much sense
It's out of line and full disgraceful thoughts.

I close my eyes and imagine
Your lips covered in my blood.
Stained upon your tongue and soul.
The fresh scent of your smell.
That never left my senses.

And, when you touched me to run your lovely fingers.
Down my neck and onto my chest.
Letting the trail of blood follow faintly.
Your soft smile telling me you want me.
But, can't bring yourself to tell me.

I think about your eyes.
And, the words that pass my ears.
I could never say how sweet your torture is.
How painfully you jerk my heart into longing for you.
I must end it here for my fantasy has just begun.

This is for you though you shall never know.
Who you are..

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

This has a nice feel to it. Great imagery as well..xx