Body & Soul

He can have my body.
Touch me through & through,
run rough, calloused hands over my soft tainted skin.
I can feel his breath heavy in my hair.
He strokes my points of heat, but he can't touch my soul.

He can kiss me along the edges of my insanity.
Drown out my screams with his mouth on my mouth.
His tongue in my throat, like he's drinking down my very being.
I wear his sweat as a coat.
My finger nails down his back, throught he pain I dont feel the panic.
This feeling that's riding me,fighting me, urging me to scream.
Get off of me! Get out of me!

But instead I sight because I'm almost there
and he's already begun to lose control.
Whispering in my ear violent love stories & promises.

He can have my body.
Lick me through & through
my ecstasy is my agony, that he's pouring hot & fast into me.
My heart is as empty as his eyes, yet I heart it beating as loudly as I hear his lies.
Holding me in the afterglow arms wrapped tight.
Like he wants me.
Like he needs me.
But I am not here, he's swallowed me.
And I am lost in my own mind.
He can have what he can hold,
but he dwells in the flesh & he's lost to my soul.

Tiare Gomes