Static Shock 13 From My Asphyxiant - Poem by Tanner Istace
Her locks fall into all the proper places,
To drive me off the highest precipice.
Her lips consume me;
That charming voice is so perfectly lady-like,
Her melody freezes me and seizes me firmly by the throat.
The skin is so white and smooth
that if you had touched it,
you would slip right off.
Every time I catch a glimpse her I desire to bolt,
but am stationary and stifled.
Her looks fall onto all the correct places,
to drop me into the deepest fucking abyss.
Her lips swallow me;
That articulate voice is so perfectly lady-like,
Her music chills me, to the inner depths of my soul.
The skin is so red and soft
that if you had tasted it,
you would have internally combusted too.
Every time I see her I want to run,
but am frozen and asphyxiated.
She talks so much I want to
Suck a lemon…dry?
Or do I need her to do that?
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