Cruel Intention

Straight edged fear… tempting me to step into the fire you arise, sweating just to emerge in the flames of your physical frame, flashing lights from eyes like photo shots taken, burned into my brain as your liquid onto my body is stained, smooth entry into the ocean of you…

Yet you only lightly push your tide against, teasing my senses I am drowned in the very thought of spiritually embracing you, chasing you in heart beats to slow your pace before I enter, as the moon lights a dark rose petal placed room, your emotions are consumed.

Cruel to only slowly travel, your murderous intention on making me only a slave to you, but the water you provide is baptizing my once tainted, pleasure unmasked you of love named it, hushing my eyes slowly to no longer rush at every inch of your angelic skin to touch.

But I’m bonding, climbing over the moon to starlight’s claiming the night, tangled in endless covers twisting in perfections delight, so frustrating to not be able to be possessed under your skin, to merge as one into we become the sun.

But I must break away, leaving a piece of me each time… within your cruel intentions to take all I am left, and pour it all into you, embracing the endless flow that we connect of without words, I am brutal here to the nervousness to stop.

Killing the shyness complied to free your soul into the forever ness pursued, my intent on making you… owning you, crowning you queen over my souls sea.

© True Poet 2014

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