A Passionate Death

From TB'S Poetry Book "Disturbances"

T.B. Taylor

Silence rules my mind.

Then it errupts with your gasp.

When your body I find

The tension will last.

Your breath erupts

From the depths of your soul.

My mind it corrupts,

Making me whole.

I'll bring youpleasure

And I'll bring you pain.

Coming together

With the begining rain.

The stregth of your hands

Are crushing my skin

As the falling of sands

Hide the roaring din.

With each stroke you moan

And your will unfolds.

Each breath is a graon

Because of what you behold.

I feel you rtemperature rise.

You can see on my face

It's you I despise

And what's about to take place.

The thunder raors

And you let out your scream:

You've known the last of his whores

As your blood flows in thick red streams.

Published by T.B. Taylor

Born Venus Marie Eddy into the common circumstances of parents too young to parent alone, she was presented with great love to the the North Pole, where she was kept from most of the natural experiences of H...  View profile

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