Dreaming,
So dark in my mind's eye.
A storm of errant thoughts and
Half baked schemes
Brewing in a cauldron of silk
And shredded skin.
Dry ice is overrated,
My steam oozes from my
Abundance of crimson sin.
I rip you all to shreds
In my head,
Blood paints the ground
Beautiful, bloody red.
I'm lusting for your rejection,
It makes me shiver
And want you that much more,
My desire to shove my growling blade in you,
And turn it on,
Tear you up,
And make you like it,
Oh, my sweet, icy lover,
Swathed in noir,
Form so slender,
But I can't break you.
...yet.