Poem #77: Faded

An excerpt from Painted Truth

Your eyes look at me with innocence,
Oh the debauchery that I have in store
For you little girl makes your skin tingle,
Tonight your body will be my savage garden,
My oasis of brutality,
Your body craves my touch, my pain, my mark,
Every hole will be claimed,
Every one of your senses overwhelmed,
Every desire fulfilled,
I am what you hunger for,
I am what you yearn for,
Your body aches and shudders at my mere touch,
Your taste on my pallet,
Your aroma permeates the air,
As I thrust into you,
You disappear and all I know,
Is my own pleasure.

© Seductive Poetry

Poem #77: Faded | Spoken Word Poetry

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