You

If these words could express the way ​I feel

they would be twisting and contorting on th​e page

as all the while ​I try to wring from them

the answer to the question that is you.

 

Yes, you!

 

With eyes like glacial pools my soul tells tales

of having broken free and soared above.​

 

​You

 

The beating drum that pounds against my breast

for restitution of the faith ​I​ lost to reason.

 

You

 

The tension in my fingers

as they hunger for your pulse

were you here to hold against the nearest wall 

​I​ would suspend you​

my knee drawn up, I'd open you

Oh, we​ would feed like angels

my mouth would ravage yours

with vampiric lust.​

 

You

 

This newly conquered lifelong fear

that pleasure is a weakness

and power is a vice.

Damn me well if​ I am wicked​

​I care not if ​I am weak

my​ Love

as long as ​I have strength enough

to break the gates of ​Eden

and taste its fruit upon your lips.

 

(Edited: I'm working on formatting and would appreciate any suggestions you might have.)

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8i6qbg/nessus/dypdam4/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8hzww5/where_does_it_hurt/dyo4482/