Angry Sex Poem by Crimson Love

Angry Sex



Fingertips bleed
as they trace blood,
around fragile flesh,
and claw their way,
upon a Crimson body.
Angry thrusts of passion,
and kisses,
slapped upon heated limbs,
bites of raw desire,
the pain, and hurt,
surfaces as does,
this bruise.

This sex is angry....
yet I was not the one to aggravate it.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vipins Puthooran 28 December 2011

Really a good write! ! !

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Crimson Love

Crimson Love

Prince Charming
Close
Error Success