Lying down on numbness.
I can hear the throb still.
Pulsating in thy.
The moonlight's proliferating shine,
tricking my senses,
imagining pricks of snow-white flakes.
Resting his hunger on my lips.
Rough and dry through touches.
Pealing skin peeps out,
spouting fountains of crimson beads.
Unbound pain thrives to reach pleasure.
Hidden in the crevices of heart.
Flashing fiery desires that ignite,
sensational burst of chill.
You are covering me tight,
and secure so to warm.
The embrace smothering brilliantly.
Hurt just remaining a word.
Tears remaining frozen dew.
Do you care to mend the cracks?