Dickhead
I was so drunk on you that I couldn't see
You were a rapist, coming after me
Invited me to your boat in a slip
For a steak, potato and coffee nip
You couldn't keep your paws off me
At dinner! crimey let me be!
To the little couch below the deck
I'm on my back in just a sec!
"Slow down!" I said "Can we talk?
"About what?" and then we fought
I agreed to play with him
I felt my chances getting slim
"Condoms?" I said with promising face
He left the couch I got out of that place
Upon the deck and to the dock
I was avoiding his stupid cock
I didn't know just where I was
Phone in my hand just because
He got pissed and followed me
I may have jumped right in the sea
But he knew his game was up
He took me home we both shut up
I can't believe he called again
More careful now with horny men
The Kiss of Compassion
She is beautiful,
But it's an eerie beauty,
Haunting in a romantic type of way.
She lurks in the shadows,
Calling to me softly like doves on an Autumn morning.
Her skin is as smooth and pale as fine china,
Glistening gently under the iridescent silver moonlight.
Long, coal black strands fall loosely around her chiseled features.
She glances at me through ice blue eyes,
Taunting me from across the room.
She preys upon me, knowing that I am weak.
I want to leave with her so badly.
I long to press my tired lips on her plush, inviting ones.
I ache for the comfort of her company.
She is desirable like no other.
She knows just how badly I angst for her touch.
Oh, how easily I could slip into her grasp,
Yet still she keeps her distance.
She understands that, once I am ready,
I will come running to her cold embrace.
I am consumed by pain.
I cannot wait a moment longer.
My heart throbs for the black haired beauty.
Through toilsome breaths,
I beckon her,
And with light steps,
She silently saunters towards me.
No words need to be exchanged.
We both know what is coming.
We both know what we want.
Her firm grip is asserted upon my shoulder.
With a swift movement, her lips suddenly rest on mine.
Slowly, I feel my body become numb.
My soul is no longer devoured by anguish.
Towering black wings burst from her back, exposing her true form.
She encases me in her warm plumage.
I feel a snap.
Death releases our lip lock,
My fading corpse no longer embraced by rich feathery darkness.
I did it.
At last, I have crossed over to the other side.
Spreading My Wings
I was so drunk on you, that I couldn't see I was becoming instrumental in my own destruction. I let you feed on me till my blood became tangy and tainted and my bones were brittle. I crumbled at your touch until I was no more. You played me against myself and the self loathing was all consuming. You turned me into a cheap party trick thinking I wouldn't rebel. They warned me of your cunning charm and I finally see through your veil of deceit. I was so drunk on you that I let this happen and I am ashamed at myself for my naivety. But no more... You are but a bad after taste in my mouth and a faint lingering smell in the air. Soon time will leave nothing but a mere memory and that is how it needs to be.