Crimes Of Passion - Poem by Marcellino Carlo
Sweet cherry, will you beg for penance?
I'll bless your curvatures with osculations
of a thousand promises. To which with such
passion your mumbles retard.
A potent poison traces the charcoal
art-deco of your body. Such intricacy.
Such intimacy. Entrancing ecstacy your
soul fills and you deny my respite.
You love the lust. It's fuel to your
waning embers. I can only oblige
to violently clutch at your pitch-kissed
hair. Is this what you wanted?
Deadly desire roars into the
air and your silhouette buckles
in the amorous arousal. How
long will you endure this fever pitch?
A subtle pinch of your lips
informs me that your desires have
been sated. you collapse into the choux-pastry
sheets. You are my prisoner.
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