Flushed flesh, broken bodies,
bites and blood oozing from the wistful wounds.
During days, I dance with demons,
near night the devil himself holds my hair
and play with my pleasure and pains.
Burning bold, smoldering smoke;
flesh on flesh ignites the friction of the tempting sins.
The heat is real
and so are the nightmares notorious
in the Netherlands of nevermore.
Addiction of adultery, caught and claimed within the whispers and my gasps.
Yearning for eternal ecstasy which shall enlighten the elated nerve-endings of my existence.
Tonight, I am a slave of sinful songs of skin and smoke.
Tonight, I surrender to the yearning that will yearn for evermore.
The reminders of the rhythms of the the last thrust,
the demander of the dirty dance of enticing depths,
here I look at my master- a divergent demon. Here I revere my master- an urgent demand.
Kashish Kaur © http://www.krimsonravyn.wordpress.com