Lust Like GlassA Poem by Monica Garcia
Why does lust feel so much better than love (sometimes) ?
Like the peak of thick billowing clouds of smoke burning foil; like a teeth grinding cliff edging bottle breaking Euphoria that begs to be kept secret. But how can it? When the shattering of glass bottles shrieks so loudly into the silence... Eyes wide awake. Not a daze nor a trance. But the most alive I've ever been. Touch me. Feel me. Push your lips harder into mine. Dig your fingertips deeper into my desperate flaming flesh. Lust is want It is desire. It is romance like rich flames fragily dancing upon the wicks of cheap candles. Don't stop moaning more more more. Like vampires crave blood I long for lust. A coppery lozenge dissolving underneath of my sinful tongue. So I hide it. Swallow it. Careful not to choke. Caution. Do not vomit. Because the vile might reveal might give away the shards of glass stained by a stale booze dark amber foaming with a buzz from last night. When I knew I couldn't have you. When you knew I was never yours. When you kissed me and dared me to love you. © 2016 Monica GarciaReviews
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Added on March 27, 2016Last Updated on March 27, 2016 AuthorMonica GarciaCOAboutI am a poser of many trades. But after all, aren't we all? You inspire me. more..Writing
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