You don’t yet understand what it means to be naked. Your conceptions on being stripped bare are just a beginning. To be naked in front of me is to be my sin to unravel.
When I am done, I will know you. I will know you from the inside. I will covet your broken dreams and remake them as fever-sketched scenes that are too thin to be real, and too sharp to be otherwise. I will taste all of the imperfections that make you desirable. I will make you own them as the beauty marks and scars that make you unique. I will convince you to embrace the least of your cravings and make it the greatest of needs. I will murmur your secrets against the silky folds of your sex until they spill over and stain your skin.
I will fuck you from behind because it makes a bitch of you.
I will fuck you slowly because it makes you beg.
I will fuck you because you are beautiful.
When I am done, I will have the shape of you. I will be able to close my eyes to trace your thighs with invisible fingers and you will shiver. I will nuzzle your breasts with memory-drenched lips and time and distance will be less than the space of a single whispered word. Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, you will feel it. Welcomed in a single moment of surrender I will be forever inside of you. A voice in the dark every time you close your eyes. When you are unmade by your acquiescence, I will piece you back together with my words woven into the fabric of your desires.
I will leave you trembling and vulnerable to the world’s cruelty and hungers before cloaking you in the protection of my guidance.
I will be your devil and your salvation.
I wonder, D, what you would see in my eyes.
Would you see my desire to be broken so I can be pieced carefully back together, would you see the hunger that remains though I have just feasted, and would you see the courage that lies in wait behind my darkest fears?
The person who would see all that would indeed be my devil and my salvation, at the moment he is simply my a character in my fevered dreams.
Ah, but if you take away my devil, I’ll lose my angel. We can’t have that can we?
Devil and angel, aren’t they the same?
devil and angel are an illusion of emotions and we have to give it a name devil =evil , angel = good….. so we can place a stero type on yet another thing in society…. but moving on i wanted to say this poem , as all ur otherzz ,blew me away !