Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Coughing up Blood

Fear not, my love, for my love still breathes with me;
Far have I walked these crowded streets
And far have I felt the solitary sun.
A thousand fevers shiver in raging torrents
But the blood will not come.

The sweet acid poured down my throat
The last time we made love
Still lingers as an orgasm stuck in my throat.
Feather wishes are few and far between;
but I wish the nymphs gave me Icarus' wings.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Impressive... :-)

- Yash