tumblr_nz04i4ydrh1rh2nuto1_500

It’s somebody else
With red hair maybe, long flowing
With pale blue eyes and milky skin
She stops me in my tracks
She stops me like love
But I do not come to her for love

It’s someone else
You work with him
Dark in demeanor, cool to the touch
He smells of charcoal & sex
And purrs as he writhes in the pleasure

This isn’t to be facetious
I simply cannot help myself

I have resisted my temptations
And given into every impulse
I have employed both sided of the coin
Yet the final outcome is always the same

I am addicted to the taste of debauchery
There is mischief and hell following behind me like a clean up crew

It’s someone else
As it always is
And I fall into step with the devil herself

She always comes back to me
To whisper in my ear & mention all the fruit I have missed for my mouth
I will not stop until my tongue is dripping with the wet juice of peaches & limes.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s