THE GRIP
Seduction locks
Pouring into me
Touch, smack of my hand
Representing his
Sparks comes in the night
Like a heroin addict
You’ve become my addiction
My rage and frustrations
Turned sweet
By understanding
Reflections of a Monster
Glares at me through broken mirrors
The minutes drag
Am I someone’s favourite prize?
Someone’s favourite pet?
Maybe someone’s favourite dirty whore
Slowly making me reproduce my hope
I wonder who will save me now…
Anyone or maybe no one at all
I let my character guard me
Hammering my need of approval
Secretly I’ve kept
The echo of it only eager to escape from my lips
Arch my head back
I see his hands reaching…
Lunge and press against my neck
My candy striped heartbeat
Flashing the core …perchance the essence of who I am
The pounding quickens close up in my throat
I gasp
Grow pale
Strangled by my very thoughts and emotions
He’s got dragon’s blood
Pumping through his veins
Ready for me to climb his back
Taking me to places in my mind
I once thought was only imaginary