To Lust
Do you feel that?
Veins nearly burst with that acidic, angry, insatiable demand for soft and wet flesh. It's a virus, polluting your bloodstream with a dark adrenaline that consumes your core like some lightning snake. Engorged with an unbridled fiery bliss, your mind is primordial, violent. Teeth clench in a bear trap. You don't care who or what it is; you just want to devour its sublime soul.
BARE
She bares herself to him
"See me," she says,
"The me that lives beneath the flesh,
where my heart faintly beats a ballad,
waiting to become a duet."
"See the parts of me that have been
jarred
scarred
marred"
"Tell me you can make them soft again,
and I will show you love as you've only
read about in novels."
"I will leave you feeling
admired
desired
inspired"
She bares herself to him
for she cannot bear any others
