Long Legged LadyYou are my joy, my light and dark depression
the suffocating shroud of my worst nightmares
and the brightest dawn that ever called to me.
I gave you everything, gave into your greed
let you feast upon me, gnawing on my flesh
until you reached the humbled core inside
and then we grew the seeds of our desire.
I became engulfed in the white hot burning
vibration of your ownership and throwing
back my head I let you speak the words
just barely formed inside my tender throat.
Once I was a spider who with her long legs
wound around the torso of my victims and
squeezed and squeezed until their breath
was forced and laboured that they fell
before the spell of my spiralling lust.
I was not satisfied, my appetite unabated
I drank every drop, ate every morsel
as I weaved imaginary webs and then
left as the threads snapped inside my head.
You are my joy, my light and dark depression,
my tormentor who throws me to the bed as we
thrash and grind like contortionists, I feel your
weight and strength absorbing me until I am
subdued, calmed within the prison of your arms.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2014-01-25 at 17:51
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