Kiss of Death

Inspiration came from Kiss the Girls... Both the book and movie....

 

Kiss my lips

They're waiting

Hands bound

Blindfold secure

Eyes closed tight

Darkness of the night

 

Body shivers

Your hands explore

Struggle away

It doesn't get your

Coarse hands to stray

 

Voice is hoarse

From screaming

I cry and beg to stop

You laugh and keep exploring

Fowl words escape my lips

These lips that are yearning

For your now demented kiss

 

So kiss my lips

They're waiting

Take the knife

Plunge it deep

I'd rather die

Than live here

Chained in this

Basement cell

 

Please oh please

Release me

From this unwanted

Hell...

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

Different. The first part seemed to be all excitement and lust, and then the second was wanting to get out of it and be free. Very vivid. I'm not firmilar with the movie or the story, so maybe that change up has something to do with the story line.
But it's a good write, and the images most assuredly assult the mind in a good erotic way!

[Clouded in Hopeful Illu..]

For as short as it is, this is a very intense poem. It shows how somethings in life are feared just as much as they are wanted. People want something dangerous in their lives, but once they get it, they are scared of it. I think this is a good use of that "something dangerous". Thank you for sharing.

[These Haunted Hallways]

Hehe, yea, I agree with everyone here. Awesome poem with such 'agonizing' beauty lol. Never seen the movie or read the book, but must be pretty shocking! I was just thinking, too... it must really suck when ya finally get to kiss a girl, and 3 mins later, ur in a casket- ouch! What a way to go :( I think they had a case of that not too long ago with a guy kissing his girlfriend. I think he was eating peanut butter or something, and guess he didnt know she was allergic to the stuff, and when he kissed her later on, she had an allergic reaction, and she passed away right there. I mean, how scary is that, man :( Woh!

But, great poem!

B.A.

[a Messenger]

Great transition from what appears to be pure lust to fear and desire for escape.
Voice is hoarse

From screaming

I cry and beg to stop

You laugh and keep exploring

Fowl words escape my lips

These lips that are yearning

For your now demented kiss
A good description of how the captive can come to love and/or desire the captor.
Well written.

[Voltaire Mephisto (aka ..]

Seductive and twisted. Carnal, primal, abberant. I love this poem!

[Shadows of Sight]

Twisted but good! Vivid images carried this through. You could almost hear the young girl's suffering.
Great Write!