To Cut You~

Tonight I possess you,
or is it you who possesses me?
I can’t wait to get you home,
lay you out, cut you…

One cut then another an another…
I run the blade over my tongue to taste you…
It cuts me..
That stab of pain, the taste of my blood mixed with you…

The pain quickly fades but not the taste,
bitter…
We have all night to be together,
the taste of you gives me a rush to want more…

I want to be one with you,
inhale you,
cut you again,
then again..

You make my heart race,
hands sweat,
breath quicken…
Yes, it’s more than a desire…

Others may want you,
I won’t share…
I cut you again, that taste
that smell, bitter sweet…

The rush,
even higher…
Cut, cut, cut..
I love Cocaine!!!

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http://blognostics.net/members/Willow/ Willow

Captures the intensity and possession; and makes no whiny apologies; just blunt and honest and almost sexual. It would make a good poem if that extended metaphor of being alone with a lover was explored but it is the “Cut, cut” that could also be interpreted as something else leaving the reader uncertain instead of leaving metaphors, similes, and compression out completely. However, would it be as powerful and believable? Probably not, as Clapton “She don’t lie, she don’t lie” and the repetition works well with “Cut, cut.’ Just Mickey Munday coming home for a snort. And not of whiskey~~~~~~~~~Like it!““`
Autumn Eliza

To each his/her own! I am addicted to love!
-ELLE
http://jovanesphotos.blogspot.com/ jan

Written well, oh so true. You have written the words of addiction with a love only one who knows what it is could do. If I am off on this then I apologize, but it sure rings true for me, a recovering.