Rusted Ecstasy

Reads: 120  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Love Reaper & Hyde production.

Submitted: July 15, 2010

A A A | A A A

Submitted: July 15, 2010



To fathom your sweet scent, unforgettably raw.
It awakens something within me, lustful, yet unfamiliar.
To keep involvement with such a great force, metallic, to die for.
The look in your eye, so tempting, so rebellious, pulls me closer.
An immaculate virgin, sliced into a suffering masochist.
Such a joy this will be, breaking into what you truly are. A pleasure it is mine.
Open, taken for granted by many shapes and forms, moan as the red meets silver.
Such simple sign of pure ecstasy, you are mine. I want to taste what bleeds out of you, and what I want, I take.
Enticed by repulsive warmths, I give my insides, you give your pain.
I will take all that is within you, and give you only a taste of what you want.
Inject me, infect me, forever insert me.
A bloody mess you are, yet oh, so desirable to watch. I shut my eyes and breathe in the tasteful rusty scent coming from you. I shudder.
The extent of my wrath is the depth of your abysmal, an agonizing chill, I hate to miss.
Captured by this heat, this pleasure, your taste, I fall, but not far enough. I am craving more.
I am losing everything I need most and each drop is a stronger culmination.
I watch you lose all that you are, yet I go deeper and take all of you, for my pleasure is to see you slowly break from your own being... I fall before you.

I never felt so alive with this suicide.

© Copyright 2017 ToLoveIsToHate. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:




Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by ToLoveIsToHate

Popular Tags