Your tawdry cheapness
Tempts me
Your promises of
Lasting gothic glory
Taunt me
Why do you run
When I need you to stay?
Why do you cling
When I want you to go away?
I long to scrub you
From my wasted flesh
But though I scour
Your death wax residue
Will not be washed clean
Though water proof
Yet not sweat proof
You prove to be
Soap proof
My lolly pop
My sugar sweet
My perfect top
So elite.
See me squeeze
See me dance
See my curves
An avalanche.
Buckles straining
Tendons tight
Ribbing shrieking
Goth delight.
They laughed
I cried
12 alluring traits?
How dare you not RP!
They mocked
I died
72 Ag?
My character is greater.
They ignored
I fled
Bloodhunted?
The next will be better!
Oh why can I not make the character of my dreams?
She calls again
Always promising
She calls again
Giving me what I want
Her siren song
Calls me close
The realization
of my investment
Ashley from Gamestop
My secret lover
I pray before the altar
my hands spread, my soul bared
the zenith of my desire nears
Twisted bone and roasted flesh
the bitter conquest of my foe
The spoils of my victory
More and more are brought before me
Each presenting their flavors
My tongue is my flail
My teeth are my sword
Thanksgiving is my battlefield
I caressed the fetid feathers covering the supple, rotting flesh of her bosom.
She chittered through her beak softly and slid her obsidian claws into my pants. Moaning with desire, I pressed my milky white skin against her, dislodging the decaying remains of her last meal.
“Oh my angel!” she crooned, her dry tongue flittering out between the yellow cracked beak.
“Rub your skin all over my body!” she croaked.
Soon our passions entwined as I parted her dorsal feathers and found the swamp of her desire.
Delicious desire,
Taunting me behind glass;
Nothing exists
But you and me,
A tantalizing spiral dance
Past myriad choices.
Dropping to your death,
A journey for unity,
I take up your fallen form,
Covered in that
Alluring,
Sticky
Concoction.
Shroud removed:
Forever my honey bun.
You’re such a tease
You dress up nicely
Wrapped in pretty things
You whore
You filthy, greasy whore
sitting, turning
your little strut
your little dance
I hate you
I love you
I want you inside me
now
Tear away the crisping sleeve
Slide onto my plate
Now it’s just you and me
The sun sets over a bitter world,
Drawing me out to taste night’s kiss.
Wandering the streets with a purpose,
Cravings drive me,
Pushing toward a neon beacon
Beating like the heart of the city.
I hear it calling to me,
Pulling me on,
Whispering:
Just another Block,
Just around this corner,
Just over this hill.
Shaking with desire,
The crimson visage of the temptress
At last reveals herself to me:
Hot Doughnuts Now.
I cried the day you left me
All alone I would sit and stare out the window
Why did you go
Did I not love you enough.
Was I not loyal enough
Even when you hurt me I returned to you
Even when you changed till I could not recognize you
I stayed and loved you
And now I am alone
Now I must find another
But I know none can take your place
Krispy Kreme
Why did you close your doors here.
All doughnuts are now like ash in my mouth
What is there for me now.
