Covet

Member since 2006 · Posted 31 Aug 2006 · 4 comments

I picked you up, took you home. Poured you a drink, cyanide inside. You look so good, my sweet embrace. You'll taste so good, with blood on your face. My mental obsession, release of physical agression. A carnal act so true, I can not live without you. Wearing all black, full cherry lips. With a body like yours, there is no turning back. You feel so good, a gothic embrace. You taste so good, Now that blood is on your face. My mental obsession, stabbing out agression. A vital act so true, I will not live without you.

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4 comments

[6] Dovina 1-Sep-06/12:15 PM Reply

Creepy. The title is bland.

[n/a] creepshow › Dovina 3-Sep-06/8:42 AM Reply

The title is about someone coveting someone else, and making them their own...they watch, and wait and take the opportunity...they covet. Thank you.

[n/a] zodiac › creepshow 3-Sep-06/12:43 PM Reply

Heh.

[n/a] A_Dark_Calm › creepshow 3-Sep-06/12:47 PM Reply

I am coveting your poem. I'm watching, waiting and someday I may take the opportunity to comment and vote on it.