The place to rant

A place to let off some steam

Her Smile

Her Smile
Delighted and devilish,
Club lights are burning bright.
My mind is surely spinning,
In dreams of flesh tonight.
Her alabaster smile tinkles!

Dazed and dejected,
Sprawled out on her bed.
Wrist and ankles bleeding,
I feel a sense of dread.
Her alabaster smile crinkles.

Lashed and lamented,
I see no way of flight,
Bedroom lights are growing low.
She smiles at my gristly plight.
Her death mask bloody wrinkles.


Why can’t I wrap my head around this?



1 Comment

  1. Roger

    I do come around at least 1-2 a week.

Leave a Reply

The place to rant