The Verses of Insanity

I could have shredded

the last thread, for you,

to sneak in...

My exposed soul could have been

recited like a poem,

each rhythm being each curve,

as you touch...

You spell each word,

as you take my name,

quenching those longing caverns...

Your poem flows,

lavishly as you trail down me,

to explore the flowery cave

as you suck in my sanity...

You write me with passion

as you enter,

I welcome with pain,

while pleasure entitles the verses...