Tonight
TONIGHT
Tonight's the night to split a vein,
and 'twixt two morbid thighs caress
a sexually-defining place,
with tongue in deep and hand on breast.
Tonight,the moon shines pale and wan,
and shows my sanguine torrent clear,
that slips 'cross pale and scar-ridged skin,
towards thine eager tongue,my dear.
Tonight,as arching backs are scratched
by purposefully-sharpened nails,
our bloodshot eyes meet,once,twice,thrice,
as love and Hell-bound lust prevail.
Tonight,we writhe in agony
or ecstacy,I know not which,
for sometimes do the boundaries blur
when wrenched by pure,orgasmic twitch.
by: Andy (BUSAMAGG@LIVJM.AC.UK)
Email: minavamp@hotmail.com
