Respirare.
When you're first born, it's the first thing you do
The last thing you do before death takes you
So why do I have to remind you to do so when I stroke against your skin?
Your eyes going wild, your heart beating fast, your self control so thin.
Stretch it a little further and let it snap against your flesh
You can become an animal. A shaking, desperate mess.
Hey little piggy, what do you see?
You see the sex, the depth and the wolf in me.
Why come closer when you know I see you as meat?
Because you want to give in and watch as I feast.
Strip off your restraint. Let go of your pride.
Get on your knees, and look up into my eyes.
Beg me little thing. Beg me to make you feel alive.
I'll tear into you, but I'll let you survive.
Breathe.
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Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose
PoetryIt's all in the title. Second book of poetry and Prose as the other was getting a little full.
