Predator in need
Languorous horny filthy round assed pretty little bitch
said a not really close acquaintance of mine about the one I was watching mercilessly
like a predator in need oh very much in need
that is how she described her not so loved girl friend at the soirée
she said that as meaning forget her do not mess with her
implying she was bad news a catastrophic event
as hard as she tried to make me reckon about a bad idea
the more I wanted the one in my sight to poison me devour me sweat in me
since I was that hungry thirsty for that pink soft transparent plastic skin
no matter how traveled how touched how damaged how irreparably unholy
which tells wonders about my own scarred condition
not a match in heaven surely not a match in hell just a meet at the edge of a volcano caldera
that’s what I was thinking being intoxicated by lustful admiration
the same admiration one can feel at the moment a great white is about to cancel all your plans
the moment that the taste of your own blood swallowed as deeply as the last scream fills your mouth
without any signal of acknowledgement she the filthy bird knew of my desperate stare
enjoying herself as feasting in ego as she kept dancing to the noise she called music
in her mind tales of pleasure tales of violence roaring inside
and suddenly as a dream nightmare I found myself placing my arms around her waist crashing my lips onto hers
drinking furiously out of her now taking all of her burning inside bleeding inside
that was the time I was the most alive that was the time I was joyously embracing death…
Image: Cara Delevingne
(I don’t know the name of the photographer, for proper credit…)