I am not a dream
but fantasy of broken boundaries
nurture my transgression
rather than reviled.
Life breathes
when I suck in air
a tethered prey still waits
to be killed bare.
Drenched sanity
holding black desires
break this harmony
as charisma fuels the fire.
Patience had overruled
scratching the last crust
come caress endlessly
inflame the thirst.
Shoot out the edicts
taste a era of crime
awaiting for the magic of blood that strikes
my hibiscus in red and pearls in lime.
Testing times on the royal bed
savoring the recipe of madness
freezing as true blue stones
savoring moments of moment.
Waiting, wanting, expecting, demanding
peeping through the opposite ends of the spectrum
me clutching your white crispy shirt
warm up my heart;keep mum.
photo created by me in Photoshop



Comments: 51
" Drenched sanity
holding black desires
break this harmony
as charisma fuels the fire."
The sparks of flame dwell in your heart.
Hey Kay...ha ha...a wild day!!!
Thanks,David...season for spilling the beans...lol
Thank you so much.
Thanks for posting to Absolutely Everything Winter
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Sunrise Tea Stall
The opening line is just amazing
"I am not a dream
but fantasy of broken boundaries"
delicious . . . .
Lovely read on love lorn buzzy bee !!!
"a tethered prey still waits
to be killed bare."
Very dramatic, especially with the art work. Love that last line!
"warm up my heart;keep mum."
Absolutely perfect.
And Happy Anniversary!
Wilka
You are passionate so I relent to make
appeal-urge for a 'Lover's Paradise Park' exclusively
for the Indian folk like you pulsating-impulse to
breaking boundaries in love, from the very beginning
etched on my profile's wishlist priorities - a dream
project to be realized act-worth !!!
Love and hugs - S.