Sex and Murder Magazine

By Stephanie Wytovich

Deep down inside,
I want to taste you.
I want to feel you.
Give me Goosebumps
Pour your sweat down my arms
Crystal droplets
Glistening in the light of your eye

Push me against the bed rails
Make the bars squeak from the ride
Up and down
Down and up
Switch positions
A Flexibility
Maneuver me to your liking

I want to lick you.
I want to grab you.
I’m addicted to your skin
And the bite marks you leave on my chest

I want your anger
I want your pain,
I can see hell in your eyes,
The demons beating the drums
Playing the rhythm of my swaying hips
I want you to show me death
Need you too.

Abuse
Me.
Take
Me.
For what I am.
And what I’m not.

Feed your hunger with the taste of my flesh
Whisper into my ear
Scream at my soul
Go wild on my body
And rape me from the inside

I want to hold you.
I want to cut you.
So give yourself to me.
And we’ll die a Shakespearean death
In the arms of love,
The height of ecstasy
And the sinful pleasures of death