Inner voices.

This is a collaboration piece between myself and Zigzagstripes  . Zigzagstripes  is a great erotic poet, he explores topics with a level of bravery that I love. He is a refreshingly fearless erotic writer and I like it 🙂 you should go check him out :).

Do you sense me, as I sense you tingling on my skin?

Do you hear my beating heart
or my blood that rushes through my veins?
Do you hear the cackling of the sparks?
Do you smell my heightened scent?

Yes…

I can feel the electricity,
I can taste the need.
I wonder what would quench you
what wanton erotic deed.

But…

Do you feel me as I tingle?
Can you taste me on your tongue?
Come into my mind and
we’ll have a little fun.

Yes…

I want more than in your mind
I want your body so I can bind
I want to release that pent up charge
I want to unplug you fucking hard

But… Are you sure…?
For this tingles a strong old charge,
It’s more than just a spark and I’m such a bad girl I’ll likely slip my binds,
and baby, you need to know, I will devour your mind.

Yes…

It’s there for a predator
For a predator to feast
But once ingested
You’ll have no peace
You’ll have perversions
Thoughts never seen
Running your mind
Turning it obscene.
You’ll be incapacitated
Struck down sick
Stroking all day
Imagining dick
So feast away
Eat all you can
But once your infected
I’ll have control of your hands

But…

Life, with a gun about her head,
did say,..‘You want him here inside your bed?
To feel the devils touch of sin
lingering on your precious skin?’.

And I replied…

let him come a crawling i say
As the devil lifts the sheets away
May he be that mortal sin
May he be the one to touch my skin
To enter my soul and feed within and when he asks…
“Will you come down with me
To hell in blessed agony”

I’ll simply say…Take my hand and lead the way…’

©2016 Zigzagstripes and Karen Hayward.