SHE IS MY POISON

R86dnoiypzxf_2525255b1_2525255dby Ron Poetry06 Feb 2014

FREAK NATION...
SHE IS MY POISON. .

LUST, HUNGER, AFFLICTION 
What is it that we seek? 
Altered and inconsistent emotions I feel alarmed but awakened To allow ourselves what we desire Will consume others with pain so great But we are selfish beings ..
We crave it 
We want it 
We take it 
But there is a price to pay And we will pay it Through pain, despair, guilt, loss For ourselves And for others ... She dances around the flames as I stare in awe my hungry eyes linger take in her bare breasts..The battle is in our minds Erotic from the place of dreams A night she will try to remember She is my poison and I will rid myself of ......HER.. I wrap my heart with thin sheets of satin paper cool touch is soothing words flowing through my veins...   faster than my mind can blink..  quicker than my fingers can clink..   lay wrapped in black satin sheets..   keeping this magical feeling.. hugging me completely engulfed in pure silk. Paper unfolds as passion flows words quickly get bled with each teardrop of blood drips wildness rages thru me each word vibrates my soul until my ink soaks the page full a my poem is complete.. Because of HER..
SHE IS STILL MY POISON. . SHE IS MY ANTIDOTE. .