Kiss me

Sew my lips to silence my screams

Kiss me through the threads



Needle in hand to stroke my skin

Never worried about the pain



Carve your mark beside the others

Dig deep and bleed me dry



Run a finger down my throat

Trace the veins with your teeth



Taste the blood from my arm

The bite you had me make



Kiss my eyelids ever softly

Bruise me with your touch



Bind my wrists in kinky fashion

Stroke the cuts already made



Bare my figure at your whim

Knife in hand and clothes in shreds



Taste the blood upon my chest

Drip-drops from the blade



Beautiful eyes and precious lips...

Kiss them through the threads



Kiss me..

     Just one ..

               Last...Time..

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Timothy Davis's picture

I'll be honost, this one reminds me of your uncles paintings...only with words...and not as many pertrudeing bones. ;-D