LadyJade...
LadyJade would never fade into the quiet obscurity;
She might pout, she might cry
But the provocateur will never die.
Laced into her satin dreams
Are tattered holes in tattered seams
Hiked up to the heaven’s breath
Exasperated nails find comfort in the flesh.
So whereupon a bit does grasp
Into the fleshy lips of grace
Does the dance, does the prance
Purposeful accident in which she finds the place.
Pray tell you Mr. Man you see
I want you to expose yourself to me;
If you lay me down before I wake
It’s your soul I promise that I’ll take.
He wondered thereupon the words,
And thus he shall proclaim:
That you may digest upon my satin sheets
Your exasperated nails purchase the wares of clumped fists
Screaming can’t escape the pain
The gain of climactic wandering.
You tried to ask me nicely but yet I would not yield.
The batted eyelashes were quite the trick but yet I would not yield.
And hiked up the heaven’s were the archings of your back
Breaking apart the tattered seams of cloth stripped off your back.
So satin sheets of earthly hues, earthly imbued jaden streams
Between the thighs a treasure lies
Jewels content to contemplate, procreate, extenuate the circumstance
For just one more chance... to register, to administer, to grip his reason and destroy it. Oh, to destroy it, to mend it, to weld it, to disassemble and rotate the mysteries within herself.
And snapping back she can’t stop quaking;
Cannot stop aching;
Cannot stop begging to end the pulse, end the wave
But this is no ordinary gnave.
Beg for mercy, plea to be freed
And maybe once you find yourself, hair a fiery passion’s truce
Then maybe then, just maybe then, you could deduce:
You were his all along.
January 7th, 2013.
No title.
