the line between lust and bloodlust - a poem

the sharpness of your shoulders descending

to the thinness of your waist

your gown can't hide your figure well enough

it says you like to be chased

the length of your neck rather beautiful

bones showing at the right spots

large sum of space from collar bone to jaw

revealed skin tempting me lots

the hinting red undertones to your skin

showing me what's truly there

deep urges within me begin to grow

more than I can even bare

your teasing round breasts draws me into you

wondering what's deep within

you provoke me with the bait of your eyes

my gaze searches you again

I once more see the paleness of your neck

your beauty makes my brain race

introducing the idea of lust

and holds thoughts of more disgrace

my eyes are drawn up your tits to your neck

ideas sprout and won't quit

the impregnation of mutilation

though I wish not to face it

I want to kiss your neck and tease intake

feel up your legs and feel muscles fray

peel velvet curtains from your back

search the crater I create

step in the realm exposed

take refuge within

and be inside you