Monday, January 19, 2009

0117

Savory to the taste
Full. Your touches
Are filling me too quickly.

Too much matter
For too little will.
Were it not for leaking,
I wouldn’t ever be left wanting.

Searching out something in the other
I am left intoxicated
For lack of another word.
Sickening myself put driven on.

Cutting back emotion
Demons come hunting
I fight back with teeth and nails.

1 comment:

Agent Jellie said...

Rawr! You could be my sex kitten any day.