Plagued by voyeuristic visions, Tracing round the curvy
visage
The pressing tension placed upon you, when I’m hanging from
your lips.
I’m hanging on to common sense, your hands are hanging from
my hips
Too content with my eyes dangling from the socket, to gain
some foresight
Stop clinging to a fading body.
Veins seize up to a warming touch, hearts hiding in internal
combustion
Brains send whispers to the growing flame, eyes dancing with
feverish heat
Ferality flickers in intimate quivers, howls of release
The taste of raw meat.
Tender hands run down the spine, passion soon scrapes its
tally marks
Voracious heat pulsing inside, sticky bodies locked in time
Frantic panting of paces rising, squirming for release
A frayed wire guillotine.
Rising tempos laced with deeper bass, rolling heads carry tightened
faces
Before the crescendo reaches the peak, the final notes
released
Silence sits.
