Black nails trace
Sinful indulgences
On to milky flesh
Waning numbness

Silky voice
Muttering memories
Into the depth of being
Isolating inhibitions

"take me"

Weaving desire
Into curls
Of cigarette smoke
Lingering on stale lips

Rendering temptation
From carnal wishes
Let this be the time
Resistance is wrong

"let me"

Velvet eyes
Seclude me
In the mists
Of feral breaths

Seeping underneath
Pleasant agression
Feeding the fire
To wanton movements

"Make me"

Dangerous trysts
Shrouded in mystery
Hung by lost purity
Entertained by passion

Angelic succubus
Sipping ripened lust
Heating livened desires
And seducing words

"Drink me"

Hmmmm...you know, you should have slain the dragon here as it so very very good... but!
Shock Impact and Wild Things, my little penquin, have no fear: neither should you!
Bite me and this poem properly....suspension is sensual, but orchestrate the anticipation to a completed errrrr finale....nahhhh, bugger it, orgasm?

See what I mean!
a hand fulls of 9 inch nails
purrrrrrrrrrrr!
Dive into the glass even, don't simply sip and snip it in the but!
or drink it then smash the glass and swallow it's dark stained silvers!

I know, I'm demented ...but then ain't we all as poets?

Love Jasper

OOOOOh...... Dim the ligths. I'm all a flutter after reading that.

Do you smoke after sex? May I? Pass the zippo over.

yes you may hiseyes.. hehe

misty..

i hate smoking but nice read lol