Twisting, turning, passing through time.
Coldness, darkness, dissapointed.
Look into the eyes of the child.
See the ribbons of naked glass.
Come to me.
Tragity pulls us in.
Holds us tightly in it's grip.
Dont pull from me.
Does it prove to much for you to love?
Can you see me?
Feel me?
Touch me?
Come to me?
Softness, heated, erotic, passions.
Turning to pity of the soul.
Rape me .
Hold me.
Tell me I am yours.
Can you taste me now?
Rip past the bones an flesh feel me now
Come to me?
Desicrate me. Pass up my soul. Head for the heart.
Leave me naked in the ground.
Rot, stench, oozing puss of a body.
My love now sour in the liveing world.
I see through it all now.
I still love you.
I still feel you.
I can still taste you.
Now...
I come to you.
KinkyScreams © 2006
