Lust

I dare you

 

twist my arms in

spine cringing

fury

 

Burn me with your eyes

 

And I'll scream

pleading for release

...soft and sweet...

 

Your palm touches

my face

like silver pins

 

Tinkling down

my rib cage

I'm breaking

 

under your pressure

 

"dont die.." you whisper

with sedated longing.

Reviews

[Bard Constantine]

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This is one of those writings that must be read multiple times... so far I saw lust as the title suggests, then an abusive relationship, and then...

Nicely penned. I enjoy it open interpretation with poems, that's the fun of reading it. You create great suspense with your sparse wording, excellent job.

[Dream Weaver]

A very disturbing yet sensual lullabye...
Sown together with barbwire thread.
love it...

This is very sexual in nature and suspenseful like Bard suggests. I found it after a few reads to be a nice poem. I like how you're trying to use your body to evoke response from the reader. "tinkling down my rib cage." Very nice. Thanks.