Hope

Written during a very emotional and confusing time. Enjoy

Her lips drip with poison honey, sweet

yet bitter with betrayal.

She smells of lust and tastes like blood...

but I love it. I want more and she will

not deny me.

Like an addiction I breathe her in

and asphyxiate until I get more.

She is my desire

and is it wrong to play with

and feed that fire?

Reviews

[Hope]

Ignoring the obvious and being completely unbiased, this and Inner Self still may be my two favorite things ever.

[Pax]

I was imagining a vampire story here, such intriguing piece you have here...