![]() Sharp Bite!A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald![]() Just me trying to get back to what I'm great at - horror poetry - give me time! enjoy!![]() The perfect lines trap droplets of salty sweat that lingers
on my tongue,
Pink flesh waits like whipped cream beneath a tort sheet of
new skin,
Perfumes from bottles bought at the finest houses of Paris
and London,
Licking softly you tremble just to tease me as noise ends
with the drop of a pin.
Nibble and suck as time reveals a slight red and purple haze
on that neck,
A guide of sorts for men like me we use to land the final
stroke we want,
Hands wander over your stomach tight muscles to hold fast
upon strength,
That groin stirring not yours of course but mine that
anticipation the font.
Moments come and moments go fast so savour your time with
this creature,
Sharp incisors pierce through that landing of colour to the
food flowed fast,
Red nectar fills my horrid mouth drops filter over hungry
lips to stain my face,
Heads spin your heart pounds in rhythm with my fingers
tightening go past.
Allow you to go and leave a lonely planet and remember this
is for another,
A being kept young and subtle a beauty for others to ponder in
eternity bound,
Hollow succour I understand my darling how a fist kiss can
end happiness,
Slump down to the filthy ground now a memory to those until
your body is found. © 2013 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Thomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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