Violent Delights

Boiling vortex

of intoxicated pleasures

inhabits the darkness

where she lies still.

Whipped alabaster skin and

raw searching lips,

eyes blurred with teary tint,

heartless moon blinding her -

violation of sexuality.

She begs not to be broken

as I stamp hollow earth.

Milk of my iniquity

runs down her cheeks,

words like rocks

batter her self esteem.

Bloodied handprints

mark my territory as

angry passion unfolds

in sucking ocean swirl,

soul branded to her pith

as I enter my arena of lust -

dipping my feet and testing

the water as rain drenches

her water-marked skin.

Heavy music lurks

in shadows of her Hell.

My erotic fantasy

continues to swell.

I see her face

masking destruction

of the buried dead,

piles of crushed throats

scream mournfully

at black sky.

My violent delights

beget violent ends

forcing me to glimpse

the message I send.