Ripped bones
Broken flesh
Fresh wounds
Warm, pulsing
Picture me not
Naked, the way you did
During the acts,
Alabaster skin gleaming in light,
Lithe and unblemished
Undulations of hunger
Harboring the evil
Efforts at your commands;
Carnal solicitations
Served in tones
To obscure
Ominous intentions.
I didn’t see the coming kick;
Kept - for you - vigilant,
Vocalizing to meet your
Yearnings for excrement
X-rated dreams that metamorphized into mere
Memories embalmed in green
Glass caskets encrusted with jade
Jewels portending questions
Quatrains of inquiries
Impelling commands with zero
Zeal to remember
Ripped bones & broken flesh.
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